On the cliff, the Golden Dragon sat slumped beside the bluestone, panting heavily. Ye Qingzhou threw him a jug of wine brewed from Spirit Fruit.
The amber liquid flowed down his throat, instantly soothing the meridians eroded by the Blood Race Secret Technique.
"Since the Sword Fighting Competition, I never imagined we would meet again under such circumstances."
Ye Qingzhou flicked his fingers, igniting the Primordial Dao Flame. The Yin Yang Qi transformed into an invisible millstone, temporarily erasing the lurking blood poison within him, before he asked, "How did you end up at the Blood Slave Farm?"
The Golden Dragon smiled bitterly, pulling open his collar to reveal a faint blood-red rune on his collarbone, "While traveling in the Caspian Sea, I accidentally wandered into a Dragon Race relic and obtained an ancient Dragon Race treasure, which caught the attention of the Blood Race."
Suddenly, he lowered his voice, "That thing is now hidden in..."
