Upon seeing this person, the Piano Demon, one of the Tributors, broke out in a sweat on his fair forehead. Still, he stood before the man who had descended from the sky, blocking his path.
Lu Mingyuan quickly broke into a smile. 'To think I'd have the chance to fight alongside this man in my lifetime. What a fortunate turn of events.'
The phantom of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon flickered continuously, its Golden Light brilliant. Destiny poured in like a torrent. The Great Yan Dragon Wall, condensed from the National Fortune, was in truth a vast plaza that housed an Array. It was constantly nourished by Dragon Qi, radiating a lustrous glow. This was the center of the world, the sole barrier before the Holy Bright Palace.
However, standing on this very plaza was an ordinary-looking man. He wore a perfectly plain straw hat and held a bamboo staff. His right hand was wrapped in white cloth, the wine gourd at his waist was never empty, and his beard was particularly scruffy.
