The Black Dragon is back?!
Jushan and Nightprowler were both taken aback.
Nightprowler glanced at the Half-Beast Priest, his brow furrowing,
"Didn't you say the Black Dragon was dead?"
Feeling the intimidating presence emanating from Nightprowler, Jushan's scalp tingled,
"Count, this... it hasn't returned at all, and the warriors who went with our tribe also..."
He was somewhat at a loss for words.
Nightprowler sighed and said,
"Forget it. Let's go out and see what's really going on."
"Dragons have always regarded treasure as their exclusive possession. Even though it's just a young Black Dragon, we can't be careless."
With that, he was the first to walk out of the main tent of the tribe.
Noticing that Nightprowler didn't seem overly tense, Jushan also breathed a sigh of relief.
With a high-level Divine Favored present and about to summon a Divine Envoy, a mere Silver Upper young Black Dragon shouldn't pose too much of a threat to the tribe...
