Two years later, outside Heaven Dou Imperial City, a bonfire blazed in a small grove on the hill opposite the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's mountain gate.
The firelight illuminated two utterly different faces: one lovely and flushed with bashfulness, the other expressionless. Both wore red robes, and the man also wore an embroidered silk ball on his chest.
"Xiao Gang, today is your wedding day. Don't keep wearing such a long face."
Standing beside them as their wedding officiant, Flender forced a faint smile and spoke to Yu Xiaogang.
"It's all right, Boss Fu."
Looking at Liu Erlong, dressed in red with a face as lovely as peach blossoms, Flender felt a stab of pain in his heart. Watching the woman he loved marry his brother was hardly an easy thing to endure.
"By the way, Xiao Gang, why did you choose to hold the wedding here?" Liu Erlong asked softly with a slight smile.
Yu Xiaogang raised his head at her question. The same eternally unchanging expression met Liu Erlong's eyes. Looking toward the hill to the southwest, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Because from here, I can see my clan, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Listening to Yu Xiaogang's account, Flender and Liu Erlong finally learned that he was the eldest son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's chief. They could imagine how much pressure he had faced as the chief's eldest son, possessing such a useless martial soul and a mere half-level of soul power. They also understood why someone would devote himself to researching so-called theories.
Half an hour later, after Yu Xiaogang's heartfelt account, Liu Erlong, whose love for him had already taken deep root, could barely contain her anger.
"That hateful Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! They have eyes but