Heaven Dou City.
The Duke of Hell Mansion.
Zhu Huang sat grandly in the seat of honor, steeped in killing intent, while Dugu Bo's family sat in a circle below. They looked curiously and respectfully at the young master who had suddenly arrived.
"As expected of the lord's bloodline. The young master and the lord are practically carved from the same mold. If not for him looking a few years younger, I truly wouldn't be able to tell the difference."
"The young master is truly the most—"
Dugu Bo stroked his emerald-green beard and nodded repeatedly.
The young master had inherited the lord's looks and bearing. Though young, he possessed a presence as deep as an abyss and as steady as a mountain. His features were handsome, his manner confident and composed, carrying a young man's liveliness and vigor. Every gesture held a special quality that made people unconsciously feel goodwill toward him.
In all his life, Dugu Bo had never seen a youth more outstanding than the young master. No, forget surpassing him—he could not even find anyone qualified to be compared with the young master.
Dugu Yan, who was sitting beside Dugu Bo, stared until her eyes went straight. Compared with the young master, what were those so-called young heroes she knew? Nothing but misshapen melons and cracked dates. Even Yu Tianheng, the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, instantly turned into a gray mouse.
Dugu Yan, who had been raised from childhood with the identity of the young master's maid instilled in her, flushed at once. If before it had been because of her grandfather's arrangements and her wish to repay a debt of gratitude, then now she was willing from the bottom of her heart.
"Senior Dugu flatters me. How could I compare