Chapter 1: The Flood Dragon's Shadow in the Cold Pool
The evening sky was blood-red, dyeing the thatched roofs of Hantan Village a dark purple. Fifteen-year-old Zhou Yang crouched beside the frozen pool, swinging a rusty hatchet hard against the ice. With a sharp crack, threadlike fractures spread across the surface, and wisps of crimson suddenly seeped through.
"Why... is this ice bleeding?"
The moment Zhou Yang's fingertips touched the ice, the entire pool began to tremble violently. A dull impact sounded from beneath the ice, as if some enormous creature were waking.
"Run! The Cold Flood Dragon is about to molt!" Old Hunter Zhang's gravelly voice rang out from the mountain path. But Zhou Yang seemed
