"Qing Yueqiu! When you killed the Mirage Dragon, couldn't you have controlled how much it bled?! This much Dragon Blood will attract a huge number of Demon Beasts!"
Ji Xichan's brows were knitted tightly, her voice laced with anxiety and helplessness. Her gaze was fixed on the silver-haired girl ahead, who was covered in golden bloodstains.
Qing Yueqiu's figure looked exceptionally lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her silver hair, long since stained gold by the Mirage Dragon's blood, was plastered messily to her cheeks, accentuating her paper-white complexion.
She had been hacking away for a full day before she finally managed to sever the Mirage Dragon's head.
Even if the Mirage Dragon had ten lives, it had to be dead by now...
But.
Qing Yueqiu's eyes were locked on the golden crystal that sealed her master.
The crystal remained cold and silent, showing no signs of activity.
