Dragon Valley, that training ground pounded as hard as iron.
"The great... Pale Wings! These training methods... are truly too harsh."
Black Dragon Seraphina felt every muscle in her body groaning in unbearable agony, finally couldn't help but voice a painful protest to the overseer, White Dragon Trish.
"Harsh?!"
White Dragon Trish snorted with disdain in her Dragon Eyes: "Compared to the daily grind that the Master of Molten Iron endures, this pitiful amount of training is not even worth mentioning."
The surrounding young dragons—Red Dragon Kahill, Blue Dragon Heryam, Green Dragon Ludwig—including the black dragon, couldn't help but show skeptical expressions, clearly doubtful of Trish's words.
But at that moment.
Whoosh—!
