Ning Xiaochuan glanced at Nie Lanxin. Looking perfectly calm, he withdrew into a pavilion and sat down against a pillar.
This lake was the dragons' Holy Lake. Its waters were milky white, and wisps of white mist rose from them in the shapes of divine dragons.
More than a dozen kinds of rare mysterious medicine grew in the lake. Several had been growing for a thousand years, surpassing the bounds of mysterious medicine and nearly qualifying as spiritually-connected rare medicine.
Many young martial artists stood along the lakeshore.
The ten great sects had all sent successors to offer birthday wishes. Each was handsome and spirited, with keen intelligence shining in his eyes.
Every one of them was a peerless talent who could look down on others of his generation.
On the imperial court's side, besides Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Qing, the Great Golden Roc King Residence had also sent a representative: Worldly Son Jin Du, the Great Golden Roc King's second son and a possible heir to the residence.
Worldly Son Jin Du wore a golden robe and carried a saber at his waist. Strands of golden profound energy flowed around him as he sat on a golden chair in the distance. More than a dozen young armored generals stood beside him, all young experts recruited by the Great Golden Roc King Residence.
Worldly Son Jin Du kept everyone at arm's length, giving off an air that discouraged anyone from approaching him.
He shot Ning Xiaochuan a cold look, then turned his gaze away.
"Worldly Son Jin Du is Princess Qianqian's older brother. Of all the Great Golden Roc King's sons, he has the highest martial cultivation. I hear he once fought a Martial Venerable without losing ground. If he finds out about you and Nie Lanxin, he might beat