On this particular morning, in the Cultivation Room of the National Guardian General Residence, General Batian Long Ao, just like any other day, completed a set of Dragon Strike Tiger Boxing.
Indeed, the Long Family was a lineage of heroes. Long Fang, in his forties, was a master of Dark Heavenly Great Success. In the Wo Hua Imperial City, he was a man of considerable influence. However, compared to his extraordinarily talented father, Long Ao, and his recently deceased nephew, Long Jiuzun, he appeared rather mediocre.
Long Fang's son, Long Bai Ren, rushed in, flustered.
"Father, something terrible has happened," Long Bai Ren's talent was also respectable. Despite his young age, he had reached the Dark Earth Peak in cultivation, but his temper was rash, and he lacked the refinement to grace the elegant halls.
