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.,The ancient city could disappear at any moment into this void. Its defenses were not as formidable as those of the Kongying clan's secret realm, but it was far more mysterious and enigmatic.,"I don't ask for their bloodline to be so pure, even if it's a Dragon Lord level bloodline, it would be an incredible opportunity for you and me. Our foundations are too shallow. If we can capture the Mad Dragon, I'll share some of the spoils with you." Man Jue let out a sinister laugh.。