Su Yu did not choose to escape. If he could escape in front of the three ancestors, he would not be caught.
Every day, he would produce a drop of fresh dragon blood, and then he would focus on cultivating in the middle of the bridge.
The special aura in this place was very dense. Although he was useless, he could save it for the little qilin, or he could use it after he broke through to Dao Master.
The three ancestors were completely focused on refining the ancestral dragon feather, so they were not in the mood to cultivate,
they were temporarily unable to use this special aura. Seeing Su Yu take it all away, although the three ancestors were not very satisfied, they did not stop him.
Time passed slowly like this.
Year after year passed.
The cauldron steamed daily, and the spirit liquid inside gradually fused into the ancestral dragon feather.
