The professionist known as Dugu Jian slowly drew his long sword from its sheath. His eyes were marked with a touch of pride and a strong desire to fight. It seemed as if he was talking to himself.
"Since I have inherited your power, I will also reclaim your honor. This can be considered my gratitude to you... the once Sequence Number 5, Yang Pengguang."
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「Cathay, Yanjing Assembly Site, outer city zone.」
Just as there is always darkness under the light, even the most prosperous places have their shadows. The edge of the outer city zone was undoubtedly the shadow of the Yanjing Assembly Site.
Rundown, moldy wooden houses crowded the streets. On both sides, there were all sorts of idle people—gang members, prostitutes, thieves, pickpockets, and other strange characters.
Among them, the most noticeable was an old man in a Daoist robe.
