"White Dragon, Clodia."
As Muria uttered this name, all the dragons in the field turned their attention towards a slender and petite white dragon, which was also a baby dragon with a big head and a small body.
This white dragon was distinctly different from the others. As it sat low, it gave off an intellectual elegance, causing the white dragons by its side to subconsciously see themselves inferior and gather around her, as if she was their leader.
Hearing Muria called her name, White Dragon Clodia stood up, advanced towards Muria on all fours in a calm and composed manner, her eyes filled with confidence.
"Damn, despite being the disgrace of the Dragon Race, how is it that she possesses such excellent magical talents?"
"Hey, do you think Clodia learned many more spells this time, and how many rewards she would get from Muria?"
"Who knows, she is a different species of dragon, and every time she gets more rewards than what ten other dragons could get combined."
