The Overlord pulled the reins of the black horse, and the horse kicked its forelegs in the air, standing on its hind legs and raising snow from the ground. Then the horse neighed and snorted, its breath visible in the cold air.
He gazed at the mottled city tower of Beiluo.
The Overlord felt complicated emotions deep inside. He came to Beiluo again.
He remembered the first time he had come to Beiluo. When he entered the city arrogantly and stepped on waves to reach the island, Lu Fan smacked him to the bottom of the lake and gave him a good beating.
Now, he was here again.
In fact, he really did not like to come to Beiluo City, because Lu Fan was too mysterious and too strong.
Lu Fan's strength and power made him feel helpless because he would never be able to surpass Lu Fan.
The city gate was opened.
Lu Changkong, with a thick fur cloak draped over his shoulders, came out slowly.
