The Underground World had not changed much. Along the way, ugly Goblins and Bat People could still often be seen plundering everywhere. The entire Underground World was steeped in chaos, and it seemed this state of affairs would remain unchanged even after several hundred years.
"Gilbert, do you know exactly what disaster your Black Dragon Clan has encountered? Surely you know at least something?" Han Shuo asked Gilbert as they headed toward the Black Dragon Clan.
"Master, I really don't know. Grandpa told me all this through the Dragon-language Bone. I really don't know anything!" Gilbert answered miserably, looking aggrieved and downcast.
Gilbert was frantic throughout the journey, constantly urging Han Shuo to hurry. Although he had run away from home, his feelings for the Black Dragon Clan clearly ran deep. Otherwise, he would not have pleaded with Han Shuo so desperately.
During his many years with Han Shuo, they had encountered some dangers, but the two of them had always managed to escape unscathed. For some inexplicable reason, the Black Dragon Gilbert felt that Han Shuo could handle any danger, as though nothing could truly stump him.
Especially after Han Shuo emerged from the Death Cemetery a few days earlier, the Black Dragon, who shared a contractual bond with him, knew better than anyone just how terrifyingly powerful Han Shuo now was! Thus, the moment he received his grandfather's message, he immediately thought of Han Shuo, believing that only Han Shuo could help their Black Dragon Clan survive this catastrophe.
Seeing that he could get nothing out of Gilbert, Han Shuo wasted no more words. Gilbert's knowledge of the Underground World clearly far surpassed his own. They spent little time on the first level, where Dark Elves ran rampant. Guided by Gilbert, Han Shuo descended through a steep, cliff-like