IN THIS WORLD where power is dominant, strength reigns supre. The strong shall rule and the weak shall bow or kneel—this was an unspoken law of the five realms that never aged.
War Dragon Sect.
It was the sect to which Yang Lujia belonged. The first ti Yang Lujia arrived here, he was shocked to his core. The place couldn’t be more beautiful than the tourist attractions on Earth that he had specially gone to.
In fact, the whole sect looked magical.
The front gate of the sect was the mouth of the gigantic dark-green dragon. Upon entering, seven mountains that stood erect welcod him. Later on, he found out that they were called peaks; each had its own peak master and his or her own disciples, while the mountain at the center was the peak where the Supre Elder and the Sect Master themselves lived.
At that ti, he did not know that the old man who picked him up after that Eucharistic War was the Supre Elder of the sect, a status equal to ancestor-like existence, definitely not weaker than the Sect Master himself, if not stronger even.
Every day, the old man, Zhuquan De, seed to do things so leisurely. Yang Lujia was fed and raised by him, making the forr feel a sense of fatherly love and security; fatherly love because of the thought that he was abandoned by his parents; and security because he knew that the old man was strong enough that he could protect him, worthy of being called the Supre Elder. However, until that mont, he didn’t know how strong the old man was..
And so ti ago, this clouded existence in the eyes of Yang Lujia disappeared.
That being said, however, Zhuquan De left a letter to Yang Lujia. He wrote: “Lu’er, this old man will now go back to his own realm to et soone. That’s because I know that you’re already strong enough to protect yourself. Lablats, Grandpa!
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