Zhong Daolong's gaze turned icy.
Introduce two friends to himself?
Friends, of course, couldn't possibly be friends; he had no friends.
That left only enemies.
Moreover, in such a situation, anyone Chen Fenglei introduced with such confidence surely possessed considerable strength.
What other tricks did they have up their sleeves?
When he had laid out his plan to lure the snake out of its hole, they were likewise plotting...
Catching turtles in a jar?
Zhong Daolong disliked this idiom.
He was the son of heaven, a true dragon.
How could he be a turtle?
Before Zhong Daolong could respond, the grand doors of the Taiji Palace were forcefully pushed open from the outside, and a handsome man dressed in magnificent clothes stood by the side of the door, waiting.
Following him was a beautiful woman dressed in bright red palace attire with a black veil on her face and holding a lute, who slowly walked through the gate.
