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Noah didn't know how to answer. The dragon had surprised him, and his brain had yet to process that event. Yet, his survival instincts soon took over and made him perform a polite bow.

"We have lost our way," Noah said. "It has never been our intention to invade your territory."

The dragon didn't answer. Instead, it continued to stare at Noah and Jordan without even bothering to check the rest of their group. The creature seemed interested only in the two hybrids that had dragon's blood in their veins.

"I see," The dragon said. "This is the right direction. The storms will start to lose power in a bit."

Noah had so many questions. The dragon was a proper rank 9 creature. It was a magical beast at the peak of the cultivation journey. It would definitely know many secrets about the Immortal Lands.

Still, Noah was scared that his questions could trigger the creature's anger. The fact that it didn't have any interest in his group was already enough for him.