Xue Ding suddenly felt that the abstract behavioral patterns of the Dragon Race might even be a type of collective unconsciousness. If he were a biologist, carefully studying the cultural transformation of the Dragon Race from their return home, and the impact of long migration on the entire species, he might be able to win a Nobel Prize.
However, there was no time for that now. An elder, upon seeing Xue Ding, immediately rushed over. After understanding the situation, he fell silent.
"What's wrong? Is there some difficulty?" Xue Ding asked.
"No, Prince, if your description is accurate, we seem to have recorded this enemy race before. Our ancestors once traded with them." The words of the Dragon Race elder made Xue Ding pause, then a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I need the corresponding intelligence and information."
"Sure, I'll go get the relevant records right away." The elder ran off quickly, making Xue Ding feel a bit embarrassed.
