"Aaang-"
What answered Gu Chen was a Dragon-Screaming.
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a Red Dragon coming over the waves of the Eastern Sea.
Clouds followed dragons. Before the Red Dragon even arrived, mist had already begun to gather along the shore.
With the mist to conceal him, Gu Chen rode his black smoke even faster.
The azure luan beat its wings, whipping up fierce winds to blow the mist away.
As the mist scattered, the Red Dragon arrived.
He stared at the Red Dragon, too astonished to speak.
The Red Dragon was several hundred zhang long, with crimson scales and fiery horns, but instead of fins, red hair grew along its back. Its mane and tail hair were also thick, silky, and extremely long, like flowing flames.
This was a Brocade Dragon.
A red-haired Brocade Dragon.
At the red-haired Brocade Dragon's appearance, Cheng Xinzhan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. The Blood River in his Heart Mansion surged, as though it had sensed someone familiar.
"Is that the Red-Haired Ancestor?"
Watching the Red Dragon pounce straight at the azure luan, Cheng Xinzhan could scarcely believe it. Had the Red-Haired Ancestor fallen to demonhood?
But when he looked closely, his heart jolted again.
Both the Red Dragon's eyes had been gouged out.
He used his Dharma Eye and aura-reading art, only to see that although the Red Dragon's draconic might towered to the heavens, there was not a trace of vitality anywhere in its body, only dense deathly energy.
This was a dragon corpse!
Western Shu, Emei Mountain, Taiyuan Cave.
A handsome, distinguished middle-aged man and a woebegone old man sat facing each other.
"Bingru, thank you for your efforts standing guard over Western Kunlun for nearly ten years."
The middle-aged man spoke.
Jian Bingru cupped his hands.