Bronze Masked Man

Tian Ming Pavilion was only two streets away from Hundred Fragrances Garden. The former was a place to savor tea and calm the mind, while the latter was a place to seek flowers and willows.

The difference in atmosphere was enormous—one still, one lively, a stark contrast.

Compared to Hundred Fragrances Garden, Tian Ming Pavilion was much smaller. Its overall structure consisted mainly of towered buildings, and its brownish tones made the entire pavilion appear dignified and elegant.

The plaque before the pavilion was steeped in the weight of history. It was also one of Lingwu City's more renowned tea houses.

Tie Xiongfei made a simple disguise, donned a bamboo hat, and hurried to Tian Ming Pavilion.

Led by a servant boy from the tea house, he arrived at the private room written on the slip of paper and met the person who had summoned him.

Yet to his surprise, this person's true face was concealed beneath a bronze mask. He looked quite mysterious, but did not hide his aura in the slightest. Tie Xiongfei's expression darkened. After dismissing the tea house servant boy, he forcibly suppressed the blazing rage in his chest and gritted his teeth.

"Are you the one who asked me here?

"I thought you had some great ability. So you're merely a Houtian Realm martial artist—how dare you toy with me?"

He had truly come filled with hope, believing that Heaven had not barred every path. At last, he had waited for an opportunity: a chance to break free of Young Master, a chance to flee Lingwu City, and never deal with Meng Zhao again in this life.

Yet the Bronze Masked Man's Houtian martial cultivation was like a blow to the head, smashing all his hopes and expectations to pieces, leaving behind nothing but fury