The Urban Dao Child.
Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Confrontation.
Yang Dao sat in the void with his eyes closed. He did not bother with the majesty of the king. Laohu Bai stood beside him maintaining vigilance. She was standing calmly but her senses were alert to the limit. She was aware of what these people could do. They worshiped strength, and to test strength, they could go to any limit.
The king sat on the throne and he had his eyes half-closed. He wanted the boy to speak first and lose the initiative. However, this kid dared to meditate in front of him, as if he did not exist. He opened his eyes and said to Laohu Bai, "The Child Of Chronicles sure has his arrogance."
The man had a burly figure, long hair cascading down his shoulders. He was dressed in a black robe with some silver thread embroidering on it. Angular face, sharp eyebrows, and a strong aura emitting from him. A long sword rested beside him.