Su Mingxuan moved swiftly through the quiet beast city, his footsteps echoing faintly against the ground.
Ahead of him stood the City Lord's residence, the oldest and most imposing structure in all of Dragon Beast City.
Unlike the rest of the settlement, which consisted of rough wooden huts patched together with straw, this house was built entirely of stone. It was made of massive, unyielding blocks fitted so perfectly that not even time had managed to erode their strength.
No one knew how old this house was, but it had stood there for a very long time. No one knew how to build houses like this anymore.
And perhaps more unsettling… no one alive knew how to recreate it. Because of that, all the other houses in Dragon Beast City were made only of wooden logs and straw.
Yet Su Mingxuan barely spared it a glance.
His heart was far too full.
Their daughter had fallen unconscious right in front of Wang Mulan the first time they met.
That shock had made Wang Mulan turn very pale.
