In the Main Hall of the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion, golden light filled the underground training ground. Dragon roars and crisp flute melodies resonated in the air. The portly elder's jovial laughter was incessant. Around the young man, who was wreathed in the shadows of golden dragons, ephemeral draconic images flickered from time to time.
It was Wu Wang and Liu Baiyi.
At this time, it was the second night since Wu Wang had met the woman from Qingqiu country. He had brought a few people back to the Main Hall of the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion in secret.
He hadn't come back looking for a beating; rather, reminded by a word from the Grand Elder, Wu Wang remembered that he still had seventy percent of the Longzhi's Divine Power to retrieve and had come to pick up some 'food'.
After a brief battle, Wu Wang seemed to grow increasingly valiant as the fight went on, exuding an aura as if he could split the heavens.
