Max's Arrival, A New Skill

Max continued to move forward in the snowstorm.

Heavy snow rained down, and paved Max's path forward.

His surroundings were a vast expanse of whiteness. Other than the sky, everything was white.

Max shook the snow that had piled up on his wings.

He had already been at the Moldos Mountain Range for 2 whole days, but aside from the human settlements that he had spotted around the mountains, he had not found anything else.

Max was in no hurry, however. After all, as an Ancient Dragon, he could easily live to the ripe old age of 12 thousand years old. 2 or 3 days was but a blink of an eye in the face of his long lifespan.

Moreover, as a dragon, even a slumber that lasted for several months was considered to be a short nap for him.