"The White Dragon's lair is right here, in the heart of this solitary peak deep within the Frost Mountains. To reach it, one must cross an open ridge covered in ice fields, which will be the most dangerous part of this journey. The White Dragon King is extremely vigilant, and any creature attempting to approach that peak will be frozen into an ice sculpture by its frosty Dragon Breath."
Varian carefully explained some details about the ancient White Dragon to Mo Fei.
Mo Fei couldn't help but feel surprised. How could Varian be so familiar with this White Dragon? It was a bit strange.
"Don't worry about that. If it dares to come out, I'll make sure it regrets it. I do have some experience with slaying dragons," he said.
More than just some experience, he knew it like the back of his hand—for after all, Mo Fei had once been the Black Dragon Lord. He was all too familiar with these nesting dragon BOSSes and their potential moves.
