Qiang River, riverbed.
Inside a bottomless cavern.
Crack... crack...
A massive white flood dragon lay coiled in the center of the cavern, tearing into a bloody corpse.
It swallowed the last scraps of flesh, then extended its huge forked tongue to lick the blood from the corners of its mouth.
Still not enough.
This little blood food was but a drop in the bucket for its injuries.
The white flood dragon raised its head, a flash of irritation passing through its cold vertical pupils.
Word had reached it from the clan: Xu'er was dead, and the murderer was in Liangzhou.
Rage churned within its heart, yet what followed was a wave of helplessness.
Its wounds were healing far too slowly...
It had to recover most of its strength before this year was over.
Otherwise, if the murderer fled, would it not have nowhere to seek vengeance?
It seemed it would have to eat more.
The white flood dragon silently calculated.
Only... that old thing Guan Youlong...
It hesitated.
It had promised him before that it would eat only two people each month.
Now, it was the one breaking the rules first.
Forget it.
The white flood dragon flicked its tail, stirring up a dark current.
It had to notify him, at least.
At worst, after it returned from avenging itself, it could eat one fewer person each month and make up this year's deficit.
Surely that old bastard with one foot in the grave would not dare say much.
As Gu Changge's words fell, it was as though the last trace of spirit had been sucked out of Guan Youlong's entire body.
He staggered back two steps, the iron chains around him clattering. He slammed heavily against the wall behind him, barely managing to stay upright.
Four hundred and