The bright moon hung at the edge of the sky, while stars dotted the heavens around it like an escort. Though darkness shrouded the vast earth, starlight still gleamed.
Dragon City wore black night clothes and an iron mask over his face. Like a ghost, he blended perfectly into the darkness, then leapt beneath the moonlit starlight. Before long, he arrived at Meng Family Village, nestled against the foot of the mountain and resembling a small town.
Compared with the original Meng Family Manor, the estate had, under the ever-expanding power of the Meng Family and Meng Zhao's continual development and construction, become a massive town. Not only was it self-sufficient, it was densely populated, its residents mostly well-armed, fully equipped, fiercely loyal Meng Family Warriors and their families.
The vast grounds were patrolled without interruption according to a fixed schedule and sequence, ensuring the manor's safety.
Still, that was only relative. Most of these warriors remained at the Acquired Realm. Whether in martial skill or spiritual perception, they could not compare with Innate Realm Warriors, and loopholes naturally remained.
Relying on his profound martial arts and his breath-concealing technique, Dragon City crossed twelve lines of defense and entered Meng Family Village. He cautiously observed his surroundings and gathered intelligence.
His focus was on the inner residence where Meng Zhao's women lived. Yet compared with his earlier smooth progress, the defenses within the inner residence had reached an utterly insane degree. Every patrol squad was led by an Innate Realm Warrior. Their cultivation might not have reached the Nine Apertures, but that was already astonishing enough.
Dragon City was secretly alarmed. He realized that he had still underestimated this son of the Meng Family. The tremendous influence brought by the reputation Meng Zhao had accumulated as the Lord of the