Thinking of the terrifying existence of the Priest from the Dragon Capturing Race, Fang Ruoxue couldn't help but feel a cold chill through her body, her heart filled with an inexplicable fear.
When she was very young, she personally saw her admired master, the Sect Master of the Qingyao Sect, kneeling and kowtowing before that Priestess, and being stepped on the head by her.
Later, she learned that her pride, the Qingyao Sect, was merely a subsidiary power of the Dragon Capturing Race; and the master she worshipped and respected was just a pawn of the Dragon Capturing Race.
The Dragon Capturing Race, like the legendary Dragon Taming Race, has existed for more than six hundred years, its profound foundation and widespread influence are beyond ordinary imagination.
"Has the Priestess arrived in Yang City?"
"Not yet..."
