Black Dragon Gate Headquarters.
Song Zhanlong frowned tightly as he slowly walked along the corridor through the central courtyard toward his bedroom.
The New Martial Alliance had imitated the previous Martial Alliance by holding ranking tournaments. It had indeed brought a wealth of opportunities and resources, but it had also produced several Inner Strength Realm experts who had once been Xingdao's old rivals.
Among them, the Hundred Flowers Sect, Dragon Ring Spear, and Tyrant Saber Sect were all old opponents who had once clashed head-on with Xingdao and him.
The Hundred Flowers Sect in particular had been expanding relentlessly lately, even encroaching on his territory before. It was simply...
Song Zhanlong simmered with frustration.
"If not for the fact that not a single disciple in the sect amounted to anything, why would he be reduced to such a predicament?!"
In the courtyard, the bamboo tube of the water clock struck again and again, producing crisp, rhythmic knocks.
A stream wound around the bamboo grove. Within a stone pavilion, two voluptuous concubines wore nothing but thin gauze, laughing and playing as they chased one another. Flashes of pale skin slipped into view, stirring an inexplicable blaze in Song Zhanlong's heart.
Ever since he had seized this entire residence, no outsiders had been allowed inside. Only he could enter freely.
That was because he had taken more than a dozen beautiful young women from the residence. He normally forbade them from wearing much clothing, having them come forward to couple with him whenever he needed to vent the pressure in his heart.
It would be even better if one of the women became pregnant. That was the quickest way for him to settle down here, carry on his bloodline, and expand his family.
With a swish, Song Zhanlong flipped over the corridor