Using poison to Fight poison, Brains Burst and Pulp Spatters! Cow, sheep, and horse dung lay mixed together in the street, half yellow and half green, the stench choking the heavens.
Long Yanrui was too tall. Carrying a portion of fried buns and hiding in the shadows, he did not accompany them.
Long E Ying stepped around the dung, her face wrapped in a layer of windproof gauze. Half-hidden behind Liang Qu, she wrinkled her nose slightly. "Pingyang couldn't even summon you, yet now that you're in Hantai, you thought of going out to stroll the streets?"
"Since we've come so far, we should experience the local flavor."
With the great road stretching open before him, Liang Qu looked left and right, drawing the gazes of passersby. "Strange, there isn't any..."
"What should there be?"
"Some blind second-generation heir."
"How could there be someone like that for no reason?"
"That's how books always write it."
Not only did her confusion go unanswered, it only piled up further. Long E Ying could not make sense of the karma behind it. "What book? How does it write it?"
Liang Qu pulled open his sleeve and drew out a book.
The book was bound exquisitely, its stitching dense and neat. Long E Ying took it, never expecting that when she flipped to the cover, she would see—
"Supreme Calamity: Dragon King Asura Chronicles."
"..."
Suppressing the complaints in her heart, she scanned it at a glance.
The protagonist in the book had been born useless, despised by family and friends alike; even stray dogs passing by had to bite him twice. Yet as the protagonist, he had a good teacher. He was also diligent and hardworking, strong-willed, without a trace of laziness. Of the twelve double-hours in a day, he could cultivate diligently