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.,Within the entire Desolate Dharma Abyss, this dragon clan's power wasn't even considered third-rate. Their greatest reliance was still on the ancient city and the restrictions within it.,Mantis had never intended to pass on this message to anyone. It was something his former chief, and thus his father, had told him. He only learned of it when his father stepped down and passed the mantle of chief to him.。