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A golden sun hung in the blue sky, and a white cloud drifted through the clear heavens like a lone sail on an azure sea. Sunlight flowed like water, like shimmering musical notes, soaking through sorrows of different, beguiling shades.
Beneath the sunlight, Rex's eyes gleamed.
This aura was utterly distinctive, exactly like that of the Infinite Dragonflight member Rex had killed. The only difference was that this dragon's aura was somewhat stronger.
That could only mean this dragon was stronger than the one he had killed last time.
The previous dragon had already been at the ninth rank. This one was very likely at Hero Rank.
He cheered inwardly, crying out again and again.
Here at last. Finally here!
Rex had waited several days, constantly sending people out of the Arathi Tribe to investigate other places, checking which nearby tribes had made unusual moves recently or whether any armies were marching toward the Arathi Tribe's settlement.
He had sent out plenty of people, and the eventual results had pleased him.
There had been no unusual movements. The nearby tribes were all behaving themselves, and there were no reports of armies from distant tribes marching toward the Arathi Tribe's settlement either.
That made Rex even more confident in his guess that an Infinite Dragonflight member would come to the Arathi Tribe in disguise.
He had therefore watched every person who came