Jin Ting took out his own war knife and slowly wiped it, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. This war knife had been with him through thick and thin, his most trusted companion. This time, he was afraid that it would sink to the bottom with him.,The tribe's future seemed as frantic, desperate, and utterly resolute as his roar.,As long as he could obtain this ferocious dragon, Manjue would be confident in advancing his cultivation further. This point had already been proven by the ancestors of the Ghost Mantis Clan.。