Lingwu Inner City, inside a small residence under the Ding Family, one of the Upper Three Families.
The surroundings were tranquil. Dragon City sat cross-legged beneath a green pine, cultivating his true qi internally.
As he breathed in and out, ripples like water waves emerged around him, while his breath stretched long and deep, like that of a dragon or whale.
Abruptly, Dragon City opened his eyes. Divine light half a foot long shot from them, sharp and terrifying. Only after a long while did his surging aura gradually subside.
"Since you're already here, why are you still skulking about? That's not much like your style, Zhao Hun!"
As his words fell, a light breeze stirred within the little courtyard that had contained only Dragon City.
With it came a mysterious man clad entirely in black, wearing a bronze mask and possessing an exceptionally burly, towering frame.
In terms of aura, this man was far inferior to Dragon City. Yet beneath the bronze mask, his eyes seemed like two clusters of blazing demonic fire, as if they could scorch a person's soul. They were exceedingly strange.
This man was Meng Zhao's destined benefactor—and also his enemy—Zhao Hun. Or rather, he was the true Young Master of the Meng Family's Second Branch.
For some unknown reason, however, he had strayed onto a crooked path. Not only did he refuse to regard himself as a member of the Meng Family, he even harbored considerable hostility and prejudice toward them.
He had also sent the present Meng Zhao to the Meng Family, only to suffer backlash in the end and meet repeated setbacks.
After appearing, Zhao Hun looked Dragon City over. His features were handsome, his bearing unrestrained, and his aura incomparably powerful. Zhao Hun himself had also entered the Innate realm, and