Drunk Flower Pavilion, Youdu.
The corpse of the Dragon Clan member who had suddenly died had already been carried away.
When everyone looked toward the guest room on the top floor, their gazes were incomparably complicated.
Whenever Lin Su entered Great Yu, stormy waves were bound to follow.
It had been so last year, and it was the same this year.
They looked alike, but in truth, they were vastly different.
Last year's uproar had mostly been cursed up by the people of Great Yu. Because of Lin Su's spring outing through Great Yu, every line and surface of Great Yu had been left unrecognizable. With the Great Yu Imperial Court holding complete control over the right to speak, it had been entirely foreseeable that Lin Su, the instigator, would have his reputation in Great Yu stink for a million miles on the wind.
But what about this year?
Lin the Great Shit-Stirrer had come again. The moment he arrived, he made his move. The moment he moved, he shocked The Whole World. The tidal wave he raised was a hundred times fiercer than last year's, and its heat soared straight to the Ninth Heaven in an instant.
Yet strangely enough, the assessments of Lin Su this time were not so negative. On the contrary, positive opinions formed the majority.
Why?
The key was that those he had killed were not human at all, but Dragon Clan!
What were the Dragon Clan?
Foreign tribes from overseas!
The struggles among nations within the Nine Countries and Thirteen Provinces were ultimately internal affairs of the human race. But an invasion by overseas foreign tribes made them the common enemy of humanity. The North Sea Dragon Palace had silently sent one hundred thousand people in, infiltrating every facet of Great Yu. Just thinking