West Wind. Tiandu City.
The white Tiandu Cherries bloomed with wild abandon. Waves of fragrance drifted from the doorways and courtyards of every household, then gathered above the city, as though another snowfall of fragrant petals had fallen in the blazing summer.
Cui Xiaoxin sat beneath a Tiandu Cherry in the small courtyard. The century-old tree spread its lush branches like a giant parasol, shielding her head from the scorching sun while also proclaiming the lineage's long history and unsurpassed glory.
An open copy of An Annotated Study of Cherry Blossoms lay on the table. The cool breeze flipped through its pages at will, and the words before her eyes had long since blurred. Cui Xiaoxin was lost in thought, her mind no longer on the book describing the history of cherry blossoms.
Living in the Cui family meant being able to learn more secrets and information than ordinary people.
Li Mu Yang, who had vanished for half a year, had appeared again—and made a spectacular move right out of the gate, killing Wu Lie, heir to the Great Wu Kingdom, and Zhong Wuyan of Changbai. Rumor had it that even Elder Mad Shark, who had been famous for decades, had already fallen at his hands.
Now, countless experts and reclusive masters from the Nine Nations of Shenzhou had gathered in the Kunlun Ruins, all for the sake of slaughtering this evil dragon that had appeared only once in tens of thousands of years.
"How could Li Mu Yang possibly be a dragon? What part of him looks like one?"
"He hasn't done anything evil. Why does the whole world have to make an enemy of him—"
"That idiot—why doesn't he know to run? Doesn't he know that so many people have gathered in the Kunlun Ruins precisely to deal