In the middle of the courtyard, there was an altar, on which there was a pile of firewood. Seven's body was on the firewood.
The old man was cleaning the altar. He swept the floor very carefully, not leaving behind a fallen leaf or even a speck of dust. His eyes were muddled, and every step he took was extremely difficult. It made one feel as if he might fall at any moment.
That old man was the Dragon King, Thiamon. Whether he was in Dragon Scale or the Shadow Dragon Guards, he was a legendary existence. He was the only elder of the Dragon Clan guarding the Dragon Scale.
He witnessed the changes in the era and in the world. He was very old, and he himself didn't even know how old he really was.
However, he was the spiritual support of the Shadow Dragon Guards as well as Dragon Scale. As long as he was around, no one dared to look down on Dragon Scale.