North of Changyuan, by Lake Baikal.
A group of figures in black robes were skimming over the frozen lake surface. Leading them was a transcendent with a handsome face and a tall, upright stature, resembling a respectable gentleman. He held a non-ticking silver pocket watch, his expression calm and steady, exuding a sense of reliability just by standing there.
"Captain."
A slender figure sprinted from a distance, gliding steadily on the thick ice for dozens of meters before landing in front of the handsome man. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she said, "There's no sign of that dragon!"
"Could it have flown somewhere else?"
Benjamin Tilian slightly squinted his eyes, gazing at the snow-covered distant mountains, and said softly, "It shouldn't have flown far."
"After entering our world, it was severely injured, most likely hiding nearby to heal."
"Recall the other team members."
"Don't spread out too much; there are signs of Ancient Race activities nearby."
