After large bowls of wine and meat, everyone was a little drunk. Han Shuo and Trunks went alone to a secluded rock on Back Hill.
The mountain breeze brushed their faces, and the air was fresh. Reunited after a long separation, both were in very good spirits.
Trunks was still a Great Swordmaster. Having spent five years immersed in that realm, his battle aura had grown increasingly pure, but perhaps his opportunity had yet to arrive; he still had not broken through.
After five years apart, they felt as though a lifetime had passed. Han Shuo, in particular, had become a true god in just five short years. Although he did not deliberately display his strength, Trunks could still faintly sense a little of the powerful aura of his soul.
"Brian, just what realm are you in now? Why can't I sense any battle aura or magic from you at all?" Trunks frowned at Han Shuo. He had observed him carefully for a long time, yet still could not tell what martial technique Han Shuo cultivated.
Han Shuo's main body cultivated the demonic cultivation art and possessed neither the aura of the death element nor that of the Law of Destruction. All his power lay hidden deep within his body, so naturally Trunks could detect no clues.
Smiling faintly, Han Shuo offered no explanation on that subject. Instead, he asked Trunks, "By the way, have you settled that old grudge with Xize City?"
Trunks shook his head and sighed softly before answering, "Not yet. Radley Pilon's Xize City is heavily defended. Over the past few years, the Kasi Empire has been pressing us at every turn, leaving Warren City on the defensive instead. Although my Sun Radiance Valley has developed rapidly, its foundations are merchants and mercenaries, after all. Compared