Zhao Guotian watched Zhao Daoran's departing shadow, a fierce look flickering in his eyes.
Today that damn father publicly beat him up, completely disgracing him.
From now on, walking on the streets, people will surely point at his back.
"Looks like I'll have to go away and hide for a while."
But before Zhao Guotian leaves.
He needs to do something.
"Old man, you forced me into this."
Zhao Guotian rode the Azure Dragon Mount, racing away from Blackwater Street.
The sunset drew in the west.
Outside Blackwater City, the sunset's afterglow fell onto the westerly wind, fell onto the lake.
A young man in a white robe leaned against a skinny horse, gazing at the blood-red horizon.
This man was named Huang Meng.
He was the Young Master of the Eastern Extreme Territory, here to attend the Alliance Hierarch Assembly.
Huang Meng was a prodigy from a young age, by his twenties, he was already a genius of the Eastern Extreme Territory.
