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Lord Ice Moon was a bit agitated, the dream he had a few days ago was still tormenting him. Even though he hasn't had a dream like this ever since then, this particular dream was still something holding him back.
"The dream dragon said something about getting rid of the trash of my sect… or that he would do it himself? What does this even mean?" wondered Lord Ice Moon, looking concerned about the future.
Did he realize that perhaps the dragon referenced the actual trash of his sect? Those corrupt Elders that held slaves and abused those in lower positions?
But how did this dragon just leaned that? And why?
Why would it even care then?
He considered many things as he read the papers given to him.
Apparently, Drake, the Sect Master of this small nomad Sect named Winter Dragon had been completing the dungeon every single day since he bought its license for a week.