"Are you saying there's someone behind the gold dragon?"
Julius Reed finally felt a wave of emotion inside.
Back at the grand temple in Mont, he had witnessed a mysterious man riding away on a gold dragon.
Now, Windy Johnson's words coincidentally matched that scene.
As a result, the anticipation in Julius Reed's heart grew heavier and heavier.
"Yes, I've always believed that the gold dragon is the most powerful among the nether beasts. It possesses the ability to think, not as intelligently as humans, but at least enough to manipulate people."
Windy Johnson fell into memories, starting to ponder the crux of the issue.
"At the time, I always thought there was someone advising it. Otherwise, how could a dragon possess such profound wisdom?"
"You might not be aware, but we had interacted with the dragon race before. Long ago, they wreaked havoc in the mortal world and were nearly wiped out. Trent Marsh insisted on sparing them."
