Black Dragon Sect Headquarters.
Song Zhanlong's brow was furrowed as he walked slowly along the corridor from the central courtyard back to his bedchamber.
The New Martial Alliance had imitated the old Martial Alliance by hosting ranking tournaments. While this brought a wealth of opportunities and resources, it also drew out several Inner Power Realm masters who had once been old rivals.
Among them, Baihua Sect, Dragon Ring Spear, and Overlord Blade Sect were all old rivals who had once clashed with both him and Xingdiao.
Baihua Sect, in particular, had been expanding relentlessly, even encroaching on his territory. It was simply...
Song Zhanlong was fuming.
'If it weren't for the fact that not a single Inner Sect Disciple was worth a damn, how would I have ended up in this predicament?!'
In the courtyard, the bamboo pipe of a water clock tapped rhythmically, producing crisp sounds.
