The affinity of the Ice Drakes with the Ice Dao was deep, and their blood contained innate spiritual resonance that could condense frost qi for hundreds of miles.
To hunt one was not bravery. It was folly.
"You were ordered to hunt Ice Drakes?" Daoist Chu asked in disbelief. "By whom? Such a task would be suicidal for your cult, even at its peak."
Lame Yu nodded weakly. "I know. When we heard the order, we thought the same thing. Many of our elders argued against it, but refusal was impossible. The order came from above, directly through one of the intermediaries from the Ephemera Sect.
We were told the target was not a full-grown Drake, but a group of juveniles nesting in a frozen canyon somewhere in the South Western Glacial Range."
Lin Mu's gaze hardened. "A group of juveniles? That is still enough to wipe out your entire sect if the parents found out."
