“D-Divine Dragon…”
At the sight of my father appearing, someone spoke.
Divine Dragon Gu Cheolun.
A blood descendant born of the Gu Clan in Shanxi, the man currently entrusted as the Young Lord of the clan.
Unusually, despite being direct lineage of a prestigious house, he was an only son, and at the last Dragon–Phoenix Assembly he’d displayed overwhelming might.
A rising star the world watched.
A late-phase prodigy whose crushing power had people saying he’d one day become a new pillar of the orthodox side.
That was the general perception.
I looked at that father.
As his burning red eyes turned toward me, Doyun at my side nudged me.
“…Baek. Baek. Look at that. It’s the Divine Dragon.”
“…I know.”
One glance told you.
“Wow. He looks incredible. I’d only heard the rumors, but even his very bearing is different.”
“…”
“Is the entire Gu family like that?”
No.
“I’ve never even heard of that clan, but judging from the way the god—no, the man—looks, people from that house must all be like that, right?”
…No.
Just as his ridiculous misconception was about to balloon—
“Hey, you…