Jin Ting took out his own war knife and slowly wiped it, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. This war knife had been with him through thick and thin, his most trusted companion. This time, he was afraid that it would sink to the bottom with him.,This ancient city can only be considered a relatively secluded dwelling place, probably left behind by the ancestors of the dragon clan.,"I don't ask for their bloodline to be so pure, even if it's a Dragon Lord level bloodline, it would be an incredible opportunity for you and me. Our foundations are too shallow. If we can capture the Mad Dragon, I'll share some of the spoils with you." Man Jue let out a sinister laugh.。