Urban Dragon King: War God

Dragon Country, Mount Kunlun.

At the foot of the mountain, a small house sent up thin curls of smoke.

At that moment, an old man and a young man sat across from each other at the stone table in front of the house.

The old man sighed, his voice weak and feeble, like a flickering oil lamp on the verge of dying out.

“Chen Fan, my time is almost up,” he said. “It’s time for you to descend the mountain.”

Chen Fan was taken aback, surprise sweeping across his face before it turned to pain.

“Old man, you’re my master and you’re about to go,” he said. “How could I go down the mountain now and enjoy the pleasures of the world? Wouldn’t that make me a terrible person?”

The old man seemed to enjoy these words, a hint of a pleased smile breaking through his solemn features.

But then, Chen Fan’s lips curled into a sly grin, and his tone shifted.

“Regardless, I should at least stay for the farewell feast before I go,” he said, chuckling. “You know I love meat. And I don’t drink, so I’ll sit at the children’s table.”

The old man was dumbfounded, coughing violently as he stared at Chen Fan in disbelief.

“You rascal! I’m on my deathbed, and all you care about is the feast?”

A mountain breeze swept by, lifting Chen Fan’s hair. Beneath his handsome smile, the corner of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly.

“The evening before last, you roasted a wild rabbit you caught while I was asleep,” Chen Fan recounted. “Yesterday at noon, you chased down that black boar behind the mountain. Old man, with your constitution,