Gathering of Heroes!

The sun had sunk below the horizon. In the desert at night, the gale wailed mournfully, and killing intent lurked on every side.

Yet in the midst of the desert stood a lone inn.

It was resplendent in gold and jade, bustling with voices. Shielded from the wind and sand, it provided wandering heroes with a sacred haven to rest.

The inn's main hall remained noisy and lively. Every square table held more or less food and wine. As everyone indulged themselves, they also awaited the appearance of the Dragon Gate.

The people from the Valley of Life and Death wished the Dragon Gate would appear ahead of schedule. Faced with the unfathomably powerful old woman in black robes, they all kept silent as cicadas in winter, their hearts trembling with fear.

"Damn it, we finally made it to Dragon Gate Inn!" The doors burst open with a bang, and windblown sand poured inside as a group of burly grassland men strode into the hall.

The one at their head, however, was a young man. He cut a valiant figure, cold stars gleaming in his eyes, his body powerfully built. He had been the one to speak just now.

"You could smell Dragon Gate Inn's wine from miles away. Brothers, let's drink a few dozen jars to our hearts' content!" The young man let out a great roar, immediately drawing an enthusiastic response from the dozen or so burly men behind him. Their voices resounded through the hall, momentarily drowning out everyone else and making the crowd turn to look.

"Grassland folk?"

"That young man at the head is the little prince of Mengyuan Kingdom!"

"The little prince is known as the Little Arrow God. They say his archery has reached a miraculous realm—never missing a shot. He is the