Lu Xuan casually walked into a room and lightly tapped the phone buttons with his fingertips.
Beep—almost the instant the number was dialed, the call was answered.
"Hello, may I ask if this is Elder Lu?" A young woman's gentle yet slightly nervous voice came through the receiver.
"Mhm." Lu Xuan answered blandly.
"Ah! O-okay! Please wait a moment!" The woman's voice suddenly rose, carrying undisguised delight.
Hurried footsteps immediately sounded from the other end, accompanied by a somewhat flustered cry. "Elder Huang! It's Elder Lu's call!"
"Quick! Give it to me!"
A vigorous, powerful voice suddenly rang out in the spacious hall.
This was one of the most heavily guarded places in Dragon Country's capital. Seven or eight officials stood solemnly in the hall.
The men all wore crisp suits, while the women wore elegant, appropriate business attire.
"Dad, I never expected that Elder Lu, a titan of martial arts and Dragon Country's legendary grandmaster, would still remember you."
On a white leather sofa, a dignified man in his sixties sighed softly.
He looked at the white-haired old man before him, whose face was alight with joy, and memories from decades ago suddenly flashed through his mind.
That martial arts grandmaster of transformed force, known as the "Iron Wall of Dragon Country," had protected his father's safety time and again amid a hail of bullets.
Wherever that figure went, he was a wall of bronze and iron, impossible for anyone to cross even half a step.
In the man's heart, that legendary grandmaster had once been an invincible existence, like a god—the pinnacle of Dragon Country's martial arts, an unmatched supreme expert beyond all doubt!
Yet flesh and blood could never escape the laws of nature.
As modern firearms grew ever more advanced, even a master of transformed force