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Crossroads Slope, Heart-Tugging Pavilion. Ripples dappled the pool of spring water, two or three red herons rose into the sky, and willows along the road swayed softly.

The handsome and dashing Dragon City sat upright within Heart-Tugging Pavilion, his wide sleeves billowing. Holding a cup of tea in both hands, he looked gravely at the man across from him and explained,

"Brother Lei, it was not that I refused to do my part. It was truly because Meng Zhao's combat prowess was so formidable, his foundations so profound, that it beggared belief.

Had the Ding Family not protected me with all their strength that day, Dragon City would already have become a wandering ghost by the roadside."

Seated opposite Dragon City was a young man clad in a brocade robe patterned with thunderbolts. Thick short whiskers covered his chin, his eyes gleamed brightly, and his long hair was coiled up and secured with a jade crown. He possessed a forceful yet noble bearing, clearly a man of unyielding temperament and extraordinary birth.

He was Lei Youbai, nephew of Lei Wanche of Marquis Bei Ning's Lei Family, and the planner behind this ambush to kill Meng Zhao.

Born into privilege, he had also stepped into the Xiantian realm. Within the Lei Family, he oversaw matters of the martial world and could be considered a man of considerable authority.

Yet his mood was foul at the moment—one might even call it wretched—and his attitude toward Dragon City was far from friendly.

After all, a foolproof plan had collapsed across the board. Not only had they failed to harm Meng Zhao or a single one of his subordinates, they themselves had suffered devastating losses, losing so badly they had been stripped to the bone. It left him beside himself with rage.

The moment