The lowly White Dragon Serus looked at Zhao Xu and the other two, and his beastly eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of fear.
Serus, who had been a Dragon for 300 years, could clearly see the expressions of these three people.
The man standing in the middle was wearing a mage's robe and cloak. He looked at him as if he were looking at a Winter Wolf on a snowy plain.
It was the kind of joy as if he was looking at a crunchy and refreshing ingredient.
One had to know that when combined with the ice and snow that had not melted for ten thousand years in the ice plains mountain range, once frozen, these ingredients would have a unique icy taste in the instant they were about to melt.
However, Serus was still a noble white Dragon, and with his own magic resistance, he was not someone that this foolish mage could penetrate.
even if he really did encounter a mage, he probably had never seen a pauper who could afford to spend large platinum coins.
