Beiluo Lake Island.
Lu Fan leaned on the back of the Thousand Blades Chair and held the bronze wine cup. He took a sip of the green plum wine.
His eyes sparkled.
Suddenly, he cracked a smile.
"Bow down before the Black Dragon?"
Lu Fan took in a deep breath, his hair and white robe blowing in the wind. Snow still continued falling from the sky, though it might be the last snow of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Did Yuwen Xiu affect the Black Dragon or did the Black Dragon affect Yuwen Xiu?"
Lu Fan weighed the bronze wine cup in his hand.
Demonic Cultivation and Evil Cultivation—both were ways to cultivate, but Lu Fan shouldn't intervene. However, the Black Dragon indeed stepped on the wrong side of the road, perhaps since the moment when Yuwen Xiu fed it the first piece of human flesh.
Or maybe it started when Yuwen Xiu attracted the Black Dragon with human blood…
He predetermined the ending of the Black Dragon.
