"..." Ke Shisan glanced at it silently.
"..." Wu Jun hesitated for a moment, then helplessly patted the bloodstains on his shoulder, "I'll take care of the body."
The serpent-dragon, sniffing the scent of blood at the tip of its nose, watched the two Great Demons in silence.
Before it had even made a move, these two had already started discussing the matter of body collection.
Was this aged Golden Dragon truly related to the thirteen Dragon Descendants?
And the other party claimed to be the East Hall Master... What hall was that?
Why had it never heard of such a power within Southern Hong? Could it be from the outside?
But none of these mattered now.
What mattered most was its own life.
