Shangguan Nu still remembered that afternoon. The youth had been practicing bladesmanship. He turned around, anger and hatred emerging on his face. For a second, it seemed that he was about to dive at Shangguan Nu, but he quickly managed to collect himself as a servant.
They were not well-matched at all in those days. Today, the situation was still the same, only the stronger one had become the weaker one.
"He used to be my servant." Shangguan Nu reminded himself. He walked into the Dragon King's room, stood upright, and did not offer his salute. He just stood there, and for a moment, it seemed that he had become the cocky Eighth Young Master again.
The Dragon King had invited him. He thought that since he could not run away, he might as well pay him a visit. After all, he had no one on his side now. If it was not the Dragon King, Golden Roc Fort would try to capture him as well.
At the last moment, the fear of death faded away.