Ever since that day at the restaurant when Chen Yang publicly slapped Zhou Quan, he has endured endless mockery from his friends. The dignity of the young master of the Qingyun Martial Arts Hall has been utterly shattered.
What infuriates him the most is that, despite issuing a Death Order immediately, days have passed with no news about the opponent at all, as if the opponent had vanished.
Unable to completely annihilate the opponent means he cannot wash away the humiliation he suffered.
Then...
A silver lining?
"Young master, today with Elder Li here, that guy, even if he truly is a True Dragon, will have no choice but to obediently kneel before you later."
The middle-aged man pointed to an elderly man in black beside him, his body thin as a dry skeleton, as he spoke with a smile.
"Absolutely!"
Zhou Quan waved his hand broadly, then looked respectfully at the elderly man in black, "Elder Li, I'll have to trouble you to step in later."
"No trouble, young master."
