Many years ago, Shangguan Fei had been ambushed by his sister while en route to the Xiaowan Kingdom. He had been crushed by a boulder and nearly died. One of his legs was still a bit stiff even now.
When revisiting that old site even now, Shangguan Fei's heart still palpitated anxiously. "Who chose this damn place? Is he deliberately plotting against me?" he muttered, knowing very well that he was not important enough to merit such special arrangements.
The Dragon King and Prince Duodun had chosen to meet here, both fully equipped in hunting gear as if they were planning on setting out afterwards.
"Is this the culture of the Western Regions? It's almost the same as that of the Central Plains, but our garb is for not hunting but rather for drinking tea or visiting a mutual friend. Well, at least that's what I've heard." Dog Butcher watched on with morbid curiosity. "Will the Dragon King fight with the prince? Do we have to ready ourselves?"
