"It's one thing for your tribe to have many races, but why is there also a Dragon!" Old Jack's eyes were glazed over.
Tara was still in shock: "Hasn't the Dragon tribe been sealed for ten thousand years? How could one escape?"
It seemed there was a discrepancy between human legends and the truth. They hadn't been sealed, just closed off in isolation. The gatekeeper was this guy's grandfather; it wasn't strange that he could come and go.
Eric didn't know how to explain. Actually, he didn't want to reveal the presence of the Dragon tribe in his tribe so soon, but the event happened too suddenly.
He stammered: "We also met by chance. At that time, he was in a bit of trouble, and I gave him a hand. Later, our relationship improved, so he often comes as a guest."
