"50 years, for the Dragon Clan, isn't really a long time."
At Mount Dragon Peak, it was common for the Dragon Clan to hibernate for decades, simply finding different places to pass the time.
However, the current situation was not a matter of how much time there was.
Humans wanted to enslave the Silver Dragons, who held a unique position within the Dragon Clan.
That really took some nerve.
But, what wouldn't these humans dare to do? The Dragon Clan had been slain before.
"You think to enslave me, you're delusional..." Ms. Beata roared angrily.
"This isn't enslavement! It's reform through labor. Doesn't your Tribe punish its members when they make mistakes?" Fang Hao responded, sitting down on a stone chair nearby.
Ms. Beata stopped talking and turned her head to one side, avoiding looking at him.
