A National Celebration?
A Military Parade?
Yue Xiaofei's eyes lit up instantly!
This really was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"Uncle Zhao, you mean..."
"Exactly!"
A sly note crept into Zhao Mengsheng's voice.
"On the day of the Military Parade, the Dragon Kingdom's most powerful figures in the Military and Political Circles will all be there!"
"And the Eight Great Clans will send representatives to show off their status and influence. The heads of the clans might even attend in person!"
"It's the perfect chance to see them all up close, in one place!"
"But..."
Zhao Mengsheng's tone turned grave again.
"It'll also be the most dangerous Asura Battlefield you've ever entered!"
"Once you're there, you won't be dealing with small fry like Sun Xiaochuan anymore."
"Anyone around you could be a true heavyweight from the Eight Great Clans!"
"Those are deep waters. One careless step, and a wave could smash you to pieces!"
"Have you made up your mind?"
It was Zhao Mengsheng's final question.
"I made up my mind a long time ago."
Phone in hand, Yue Xiaofei gazed out at the deep night sky. A cold smile curved his lips.
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao."
"I'm going."
"And while I'm there, I'll give them a 'gift' they'll never forget!"
"That's the spirit, kid! You've got guts!"
Zhao Mengsheng burst into hearty laughter on the other end of the line.
"That's my nephew! That's Yue Changlong's son!"
"Fine! If you've decided, then I'll go with you and turn Longdu upside down!"
"Wait for word from me. I'll have someone tell you the exact time and arrangements!"
"Okay."
Yue Xiaofei hung up, and a weight finally lifted from his heart.
With Zhao Mengsheng, a Nine-Star God of War, backing him, he now had an extraordinarily powerful trump card for his trip