Golden could feel his blood-related descendants escape from the mansion. His eyes looked at his skin, and anger flashed on his red pupils. Although his blood essence had recovered a lot, it still wasn't perfect, and there were still a few defects to his regrown body. The left leg that he had to connect back had a somewhat empty sensation in it, and a quick look in its direction showed him that the skin there was much paler than on the rest of his body. The imperfections of his body made it difficult for him.
"Hiding again, little mouse?" banters toward Fell escaped from his lips. His bloodied eyes darted left and right and searched every nook and cranny of the ceiling. But to no avail, as he didn't get even a single speck of aura from the youth.