This doubt, Carson Flores didn't voice it out, since it was somewhat hurtful.
After a few seconds of silence, Carson asked in a low voice, "Will you tell the truth to those Dragon Clan disciples?"
The Ancestor Dragon, hands behind his back, sighed, "To tell or not to tell, what's the difference? If they don't want to die, their only option is to take a shot and head to the Earth's Core. Might as well let them go happily."
"If this succeeds, everyone will benefit. If it fails... it won't be any different from now."
Carson smiled bitterly, "Has the situation deteriorated so much? Can't you suppress him at all anymore, Senior?"
The Ancestor Dragon nodded, his expression heavy, "If it weren't so, how could I let my Dragon Clan disciples take such risks..."
Carson looked at the Ancestor Dragon before him, yet didn't feel a deep empathy, but rather a sense of lament.
Judge actions, not words; some matters can't be judged by what he says, but by what he does.
