On the mountaintop.
"Hm?"
Zhang Liang and Ao Xianzhi, nestled together, both felt their pupils shrink.
The former glanced at the northern Celestial Vault, his brow knitting involuntarily as he narrowed his eyes.
A True Dragon, still far off on the horizon, yet its killing intent already enveloped all of Taishan... No, it was coming for him!
A chill ran through Zhang Liang's heart. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but he quickly arrived at a conclusion. 'It's coming for me?'
'Why?'
'Has the Celestial Court targeted me?'
As his heart pounded with dread, a look of fear also flashed across Ao Xianzhi's face.
'Father... he's here!'
"Ah Shui!"
"Ah Liang!"
The two spoke in unison, then both froze for a moment.
In the end, it was Ao Xianzhi who spoke first, clutching her stomach with an embarrassed look.
"Ah Liang, my stomach hurts... I'm going to use the old man's latrine. Can you wait for me a bit?"
