Between his words, he couldn't help but offer some guidance, according to the rules, these were things he should not have disclosed, but no young members of the Dragon Clan had come for tens of thousands of years.
He had been lonely for many years.
He really couldn't help it, fortunately these were marginal violations, not too serious.
However, before he even finished speaking,
he suddenly felt something amiss, why was his dragon face starting to feel numb?
First, there was a slight daze.
Then, he quickly realized, his eyes shot towards the wound from which blood was flowing, now dark and oily, and the wound was already rapidly decaying and turning green, then finally, his expression changed dramatically.
He raised his Dragon Claw, swiftly stabbing towards his own dragon face.
He gouged out the decaying flesh of the wound, along with the surrounding fresh flesh, then finally breathed a sigh of relief, enduring the severe pain with a slightly awful look on his face.
