Clear Out
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"World Lord Fang Heng, the Flood Dragon Race's council hall is just ahead. I've been here once as an envoy for peace talks and entered the council hall. The treasures and artifacts collected by the Flood Dragon Race for generations are all hidden in the council hall."
Anthea walked a few steps forward, stopping at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. She took a few more steps toward the cliff and looked down.
"This is it. There's a hidden entrance to a cave at the bottom of the cliff. Inside is the holy land of the Flood Dragon Race for generations. I've heard rumors about the holy land, but I've never gone in to investigate."
Fang Heng's eyes lit up.
The council hall... The holy land of the Flood Dragon Race...
Since he was already here, he couldn't let it pass.
Take everything!
Fang Heng first ordered his zombie clones to search the council hall, then followed Anthea a couple of steps forward and looked down.