The red glow is like sunrise.
Gradually illuminating the dark underground.
At the bottom of Drizzle Building, the restless noise and roars began to fade away.
The light grew more intense.
Five minutes later, a round red moon appeared overhead.
All around, a sea of red light.
Those restless people, almost demonized ancestors of the Dragon family, all returned to their coffins.
Lying quietly, motionless.
As if truly dead.
But their twisted faces proved they were in great pain, far from looking peaceful.
The pain was just suppressed, leaving them powerless to struggle.
Soon after.
Footsteps were heard.
"How about it, my calculation, the third son of Dragon family, no one could have foreseen?"
The voice of the third son of Dragon family came, followed by the clan's flattery.
"Everyone has witnessed what Third Master has done for the Dragon clan. You are most suitable as Clan Leader."
