A thick layer of blood-stained scales covered the surroundings. Just by listening to the sound, one could tell that Qian Yuan was currently in great pain.
Shen Changlin turned around and found that Ye Xuan was no longer there. He was picking up something in his hand. He looked closely and saw that it was a fallen scale.
"Elder Ye, what are you doing?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Ye Xuan said confidently, "These scales are good stuff. Although they can't compare to dragon scales, they are still very strong materials."
In line with the principle of not wasting anything, Ye Xuan planned to collect all of them.
Shen Changlin was a little confused by his action. After all, he had taken out such precious dragon blood, why would he care about a mere scale?
Perhaps this was Ye Xuan's special hobby.
Just as Ye Xuan was busy collecting things, the center of the pool slowly changed.