At the same time, I was rushing there following the address the Pavilion Master had given me.
In the northwest lay a barren wasteland.
Sand whipped everywhere under harsh conditions. As far as the eye could see, nothing existed except airborne sand and rolling mountain ranges.
This place was called Black No Man's Land - vast but obscure.
Recently, uninvited guests had flooded this normally deserted area.
Several luxury business vehicles sat parked at the foot of Black No Man's Land's mountain range.
Large letters were printed on the vehicles: Capital City Martial Arts Association.
The moment the vehicles stopped, Phoebe Billy and his group stepped out.
Among them were Sean family offspring, Johansson family members, and well-dressed young men from other regional aristocratic families.
Blessed with natural resources and possessing talent, their paths were destined to be smooth.
""President Billy, is this the Dragon Vein you mentioned?""
