Teaching Dragon Blood Technique

"A Dragon Family man is hunting the Dragon Guard?" Dean was somewhat puzzled. Judging from the man's strength, the man was absolutely not a Dragon Guard, likely to be one of the Dragon Family's powerhouses stationed in the Wasteland.

Soon, he thought of another possibility. "Wearing a Dragon Family armor doesn't necessarily mean he is from the Dragon Family. Could it be that he is disguising? Or, is he a spy planted by another family in the Dragon Family?"

He grimaced at the thought. In any case, he had seen the man's secret. If he was exposed, he would inevitably be hunted and silenced.

In the quiet street, the breeze blowing gently like a sigh.

The sounds of chewing and swallowing went on for more than ten minutes.

Dean felt sore all over his body as if he had been working out for several days and nights. He could not help but look at his hands. The white bones on his arms were gradually fading and had sunk a lot.