In the capital city, within a discreet courtyard, the Dragon King was carefully reading a book.
At that moment, a knock on the door was heard from outside.
The Dragon King didn't put down the book in his hand. His eyebrows slightly furrowed—the people under him should not be disturbing him at this time.
Could something have happened?
"Come in!" he said.
The next moment, a distinguished middle-aged man walked in from outside, looking only slightly less impressive than the Dragon King.
Yet standing before the seemingly ordinary Dragon King, he involuntarily appeared quite humble.
After all, the person in front of him shook the world with his reputation.
Even big shots from abroad dare not act rashly in his presence.
Thinking back on the days when he single-handedly killed more than a dozen legendary Innate Powerhouses, every time standing before him, there's an unshakable sense of deep fear, yet more so admiration and respect.
