The Slave

The Dragon Wing Governor argued no more, accepting the Dragon Heart Elixir with amazement.

Despite his laborious efforts, he has yet been able to brew his own Elixir. With only the simple price of leading Jian Wushuang to a Golden-clothed Deacon, he had finally possessed the Elixir which he had so earnestly yearned for. Needless to say, he was awashed with joy at his long-awaited wish fulfilled.

Jian Wushuang wore a thin smile. The Dragon Heart Elixir mattered not to him. It was his father's whereabouts which mattered most.

Just then...

"What?" Something Jian Wushuang saw made his expression change. He peered intently as his eyes glinted with concentration.

The Guest Room had a clear view of the arena. From the windows of the chamber, he could clearly see two men brutally meleeing at each other.