Inside a private residence in the inner city, a breeze swept through. The door opened, and a dark figure suddenly appeared.
The hook-nosed man, who had been happily sipping wine and humming a tune, jolted in alarm. Thinking someone had launched a surprise attack, he instinctively rose and drew a short blade from his waist.
Just as he was about to strike, he saw the newcomer remove his mask and reveal his face.
Though the man looked utterly panicked, drenched in sweat, his pupils contracted, still shaken from fright, carrying the smell of smoke and scorching fire—so unlike the Dragon City he had known that they seemed like two different people—
his facial features could not be faked, and his aura was exceedingly familiar. He immediately recognized him as Dragon City.
But how had Dragon City, always so self-confident, proud, and full of himself, ended up looking like this today?
Where was his poise? Where was his bearing?
"Dragon City, what happened to you? You look so frantic. Did you cause some trouble?"
The hook-nosed man was somewhat worried. Any trouble capable of forcing Dragon City into such a miserable state had to be no small matter.
And if this bastard had brought that trouble here, would he not be taking the blame and disaster for nothing?
He could not be blamed for overthinking it. Dragon City's current appearance was simply too shocking; he had to stay on guard.
Seeing that the hook-nosed man was unharmed and sensing no one pursuing him, Dragon City finally let out a sigh of relief.
He had raced here at breakneck speed, his blood and qi boiling violently. Now that he relaxed, his true qi leaked outward.
A visible cloud of vapor spread from Dragon City's body, wrapping him in a thin mist. Beneath