A band of petty bandits, whose strongest had not even reached the Sage Realm, had no power to fight back against Wenlong.
They all lay on the ground, wailing endlessly. He had crippled the cultivation of the strongest among them.
"Hand over all your money, and I'll spare your lives. Otherwise, you die." Wenlong despised these petty bandits more than anything. This time, he might as well squeeze some money out of them.
When they saw Wenlong raise his sword, they stopped wailing and hurriedly took out their money, placing it beside him.
Seeing the money the bandits had handed over, he cursed again. "A bunch of broke bastards. This is all you have? Get lost..."
In truth, he was even poorer than they were. Wenlong really could not bring himself to take the village's meager earnings.
He put away the few hundred Spirit Stones. Seeing that the Thunder Eagle had already fallen asleep in a tree, he rested beneath it.
Only after the man and eagle had rested, eaten their fill, and drunk their thirst away did they continue on their journey in contentment.
Central Province-as its name suggested, it was the heart of civilized society, a great city teeming with people and bustling with prosperity.
It was said that this place had originally been under the Dragon Race's direct jurisdiction. Later, after the Dragon Race was wiped out, Central Province City came under the joint rule of the Ten Great Houses.
The city contained over a hundred houses, large and small. All possessed considerable strength, and each also governed nearby cities.
As a result, disputes were constant. Whenever the patriarch of a house passed away, many cities would change masters as well.
Apart from the Dragon Family of old, no single house had ever towered above all the