Becoming a solitary

Jin Ting took out his own war knife and slowly wiped it, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. This war knife had been with him through thick and thin, his most trusted companion. This time, he was afraid that it would sink to the bottom with him.,In the midst of mournful horns, even those wounded began to shift with others, being assigned to their designated areas.,Dragons are not common to begin with, and a dragon clan with such a rare bloodline is once in ten thousand years.。