Outside the Book Storage Pavilion, suddenly, silver light dazzled enormously; a dragon's roar echoed loudly, breaking through the wind and snow.
Gripping a waist saber, standing motionless like a mountain, guarding outside the door was Yun Tiansheng, whose expression changed, turning around about to rush in.
At this moment, a voice reached his ears, the silver light upstairs flashed and vanished, the commotion also disappeared, and his advancing foot consequently retracted. With a "swoosh," he slid the half-drawn saber back into its sheath and continued to watch the gate.
Upstairs, Chen Yuan's eyes blazed with golden light, watching the small blood droplet in his hand, almost like liquid mercury, rolling in the Golden Core True Fire, completely unaffected.
A mere droplet, yet it contained an intimidation he had never felt before.
Dragon Blood!
Moreover, the aura on this, truly the same as the girl's.
There was an extremely strong sense of contrast.