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"There's one more thing," Deng Wu said with a smile on his face, as if he was saving the best for last.
"There's something called the Dragon Clan," he began, and Yan Xiaobao suddenly recalled the name from the day before. "This group appears once a year, and each year they demand taxes. In return, they ensure that no magical beasts will leave their caves. The Dragon Army is much stronger than the City Lord and his elders. People are happy to pay taxes, but whenever they're here, they inevitably take whatever they desire on their way back, including killing former masters without hesitation. If they fancy a beautiful woman, she will be taken, forced to leave her parents behind."
Hearing this suddenly made Yan Xiaobao understand the pervasive fear surrounding the Dragon Army. He nodded slowly, just as Deng Wu raised his hand and gestured mid-air, seemingly about to say something.
