Grave Mound Sea Island.
In an underground natural cavern, a flash of yellow spirit light appeared.
As the spirit light faded, Ao Yuan's figure emerged.
He looked at the intricate, crisscrossing passageways before him, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Hmph, how could the human race possibly understand the talents of the True Dragon Remnant Lineage Clan? No matter how well you hide, before this Crown Prince, there is nowhere for you to escape!"
At the thought, a wave of smug satisfaction rose within Ao Yuan.
Right ahead!
However, Ao Yuan had no intention of swaggering over so openly. The Conceal Flood Dragon Art began circulating madly.
He would catch him off guard!
That way, the crafty human would not be allowed to slip away again.
Unfortunately, the Golden Flood Dragon Clan had once dominated the Azure Feather World countless years ago, and this had shaped their present arrogant temperament. They did not even possess a profound art for concealing one's form and aura.
Not only did they lack such a bloodline divine ability, they did not even have a second-order top-grade art. Their sole technique, the Conceal Flood Dragon Art, was merely a second-order high-grade art.
Though it did not entirely suit a flood dragon's wishes, he still had to do all a flood dragon could!
A tiny golden Flood Dragon clung to the ceiling of the cavern, wriggling forward like a caterpillar!
At a bend in the cavern, the tiny golden Flood Dragon stretched its finger-sized golden head out from the angle between the sidewall and ceiling, peering inside.
At this moment, he could not use Divine Sense. The instant he did, that crafty human would surely notice.
At the end of the cavern beyond the bend stood two figures.
One was the "locator."