At the Ash Mountain Range, two people appeared here.
"Teacher, are you sure that there really is a phantom dragon here?"
"What, you don't believe me?"
"That is a legend after all. Moreover, if there really is a phantom dragon, the Temple of Light would have purified it long ago!"
"Ha, the Temple of Light?"
The old man sneered and said, "That group of false believers, other than using the name of the Temple of Light to do some cheating and stealing, what else can they do? Their daily work is to clean up heretics like us!"
Hearing this, the woman's body trembled slightly.
The old man sneered and said, "Why? Are you afraid? Or do you regret being my apprentice?"
"Teacher, I don't regret it!"
