Zhang Yan raised an eyebrow. Just a golden flood dragon that has yet to undergo transformation possesses such shocking power—what kind of might would a true dragon wield? Perhaps overturning rivers and seas would be a trivial feat.
Thinking of this, his heart stirred. Su YiAng had once mentioned that beneath the Jiuquxi Palace lies a Dragon Mansion, which holds the remnants of a ten-thousand-year-old dragon. Qu Chang, the golden flood dragon, and the gray dragon—could there be some connection among the three?
Unfortunately, Qu Chang was killed by him, its Primordial Spirit scattered. Even if he had managed to capture it alive, this demon was muddle-headed, and he himself did not know the Soul Searching Technique—there would likely be no way to extract any useful information. Pondering the matter, he retrieved a piece of beautiful jade from his sleeve, and said, "Su YiAng, do you know what cultivation technique your elder brother practices?"
