In most people's eyes, the Sea-Calming Alliance and Dragon Soaring Prefecture had split Linjiang Prefecture between them, two mighty powers facing off. They were undoubtedly as incompatible as fire and water; the slightest disturbance would send them to war, and nothing short of a fight to the death would settle matters.
But those were merely the prejudices of ordinary people.
What did the common herd know of heroes recognizing heroes, of kindred souls cherishing one another?
In truth, after several clashes, Song Yinglong and Hong Yuan had long since found in each other a kindred spirit, like lofty mountains and flowing waters meeting an appreciative ear. Their temperaments aligned, and each regarded the other as a bosom friend.
Otherwise, why had Song Yinglong not been angry when Hong Yuan rashly "lost control" and sent a heavy wooden door flying, knocking him down and worsening injuries that had already been eighty or ninety percent healed?
Not only had Song Yinglong refrained from anger, but he had merely given his wounds a cursory treatment. Without even changing his clothes, he had personally come out to entertain his uninvited guest.
Faced with Hong Yuan's many questions, he had shown remarkable understanding, answering almost everything asked of him.
How could any of this be explained unless they were the closest of friends?
"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Brother Song. You truly are my Zifang," Hong Yuan said with feeling.
"Heh!" Song Yinglong's smile never reached his eyes. He did not know who "Zifang" was, but he understood that it was nothing good.
Inside his broad sleeves, his hands clenched into fists as he suppressed his anger.
Even so, veins bulged on his forehead. Bloody gashes still marked the spot where the heavy door had struck him, and as his body tensed, they