Dragon City.
The grand castle stood within the walls, like a sovereign nation unto itself.
The security here was critical, even more formidable than the residence of Mi Country's Black president, for it housed an ancient power that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
Ye Ling, clutching the fox's collar, arrived at the gates of Dragon City and looked at the open gates with a cold smirk.
Inside the city, on the broad expanse of land, two rows of burly men stood resolute, each holding a gleaming steelblade that reflected a terrifying light.
"Ye Ling! If you know what's good for you, let go of the fox and roll back to where you came from, the elders will spare your life for the great deeds you've once done for Dragon Gate."
"Otherwise, this is not Huaxia, not your headquarters, in Dragon City, you can get in but you won't be able to get out!"
