The members of the Dragon Worship Cult understood that their very existence could potentially harm others, so it was only natural for them to be called a cult, and they harbored no aversion to it.
But just as there are people in this world who would pray to demons for power and wealth,
there were also those who joined the Dragon Worship Cult in pursuit of formidable strength.
And the holders of Dragon Blood would never halt their advance because of such 'evil'.
They would press onward.
"Forgive my laughter, but one tends to become sentimental in old age,"
Standing alongside Ian on the cliff, looking out over the distant lake, Elder Mantle stroked his beard, his gaze still tinged with worry.
Considering that the old man himself bore Dragon Blood, it was very possible that the Dragon Worship Cult member who created the lake was one of his ancestors.
He turned his head, sighing as he intended to continue instructing Ian on the intricacies of the Concealment Technique.
