The once crystal-clear waters of the Dragon Pool had now become exceptionally murky, the gray-black color seemingly nauseating. It had been more than half a day, and the water level of the pool had already fallen by more than half.
"I remember when I underwent the Dragon Pool baptism, after eighty-one days the water's color reached this level. It seems Zixuan's talent far exceeds mine." The Old Clan Chief sat in his chair, looking at the gray-black water with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Others showed various expressions—some jealous, some excited, some envious. However, even those with different thoughts dared not act rashly. Not only was Long Zixuan a once-in-a-millennium Purple Dragon, but the emergence of the Evil Dragon also quelled any thoughts of internal conflict.
