On the golden, lavish walls, endless fragments crumbled with the resonant roar of the Dragon. Dongfang Xinglan stood at the entrance, covering her ears, frowning as the pile of gold and silver jewelry slid away like mud and stones, spilling out from the doorway.
The dragon's roar shook her, causing her blood to surge and her scalp to tingle.
It seemed like Zhiyu sensed Dongfang Xinglan's discomfort and suddenly took a deep breath and shouted "Ah" towards the door. Though it wasn't a dragon's roar, the dragon's roar within came to an abrupt halt.
Soon after, a voice laden with suspicion and delight emerged: "Candle Dragon Bloodline?"
Listening to the voice, Dongfang Xinglan raised her eyebrow, still a female dragon?
Zhiyu, standing in front of her, didn't respond and just pulled Dongfang Xinglan's wrist to walk inside.
