The Blood Dragon Paint

Given the significance of the red glow to the fate of the entire Ancient Clan, Dan Chen dared not be careless and decided not to tell Song Ye about its existence immediately.

Dan Chen rested for several hours, recovering the spiritual energy he had expended creating the underground space. Finally, he rose, ready to revisit the golden dragon skeleton. Meanwhile, the Corpse-Gulping Mouse, which had been unconscious for a long time, also began to wake up.

"Master…" The Corpse-Gulping Mouse's eyes were bloodshot as it occasionally glanced behind Dan Chen. Its tiny, raised paws waved about nervously. Clearly, it was struggling to control itself. "Master, I don't know why I lost control. The thing underground is just too alluring."