Arthur had been at the Hadu tribe for fifty years. The Dragon King missed his precious grandson so much he couldn't stand it, his face gloomy, and openly violated the regulations. A towering giant golden dragon flew in from the horizon, landing on the newly built square of the Hadu tribe.
In fact, if Arthur hadn't discovered his tracks beforehand, the Dragon King would have wanted to pretend to accidentally step on some houses, causing a little "minor" destruction.
It was a pity that his petty intention had been seen through by his grandson, who chased him out to the square.
With a crack, the solid cement floor was crushed by the impenetrable dragon claws.
In an instant, gray-yellow dust flew into the air. Several wolf cubs running and jumping there were startled, their fur standing on end, and they huddled together, watching the giant monster not far away with vigilance.
