Cold winds drove goose-feather-like snowflakes to fall across the mountains and plains.
Around the Blood Dragon, which had been suppressed and transformed into a stone sculpture, a dense aura of malevolent blood filled the air, leaving no room for a single snowflake to land.
When Xu Yuxiu arrived here once again and saw that the blood aura had grown much denser, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Chapter 51