'Black Dragon' Nemosin.
It was obviously a domineering name. Especially within a gargantuan entity like the Ashford Family, one would need more than a little confidence and skill to dare use such a title while facing the experts of the Dark World across Europe and the entire globe. Hearing it, even Chen Fei couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. I wonder if this so-called 'Black Dragon' Nemosin is stronger or weaker than Jack the Blade, whom I killed, or that old man from the Nuo Deng Family.
"Ah, this is becoming a bit troublesome," he sighed softly, shaking his head. He didn't understand why those old powers in the West would covet items left behind by the ancient cultivators of Huaxia. Theoretically, shouldn't those things be useless to them?
But now, what is this situation? Sigh… The thought alone gave Chen Fei a headache.
"My dear Chen."
