Mark slowly looked up at War Tiger when he reached the lakeside. His sunken, sharp features arranged into a satisfied smile. “Finally.”0

War Tiger drew the Dragonslaying Giantsword from his back and grinned. “I’ve kept you waiting.”0

“Why, you haven’t brought any help?” Sitting on the throne, Mark stretched his neck. “The Heavenly Way hasn’t weakened me as much as you think.”0

“Help?” War Tiger raised his sword at Mark’s forehead. “Don’t you know that a family’s dirty laundry shouldn’t be aired in public? Besides, I want to be the only one to enjoy the privilege of killing my old man....0