Eight years ago, the Mo family, the most powerful clan in Yucheng, was destroyed, leaving Mo Wuji a fugitive with nowhere to turn.
With his dying breath, his father entrusted him with two tasks: take revenge and honor his engagement to the Tan family.
Eight years later, he returned from the battlefield as the empire's first Dragon God.
His former fiancée was basking in the limelight at a lavish engagement banquet, while the guests mocked the Mo family, saying they had brought their downfall upon themselves.
Mo Wuji strode into the banquet hall and pulled out a yellowed marriage contract. “I'm here today for one reason: our engagement.”
Tan Yun sneered. “You expect me to marry a loser like you? Dream on!”
The Fu family's young heir tossed out a million yuan. “Take it and get lost. Don't make a mess here.”
Mo Wuji carefully folded the contract and put it back in his pocket, then calmly said:
“Within three days, the Tan family will repay the three hundred million it owes the Mo family, with interest.”
More than twenty bodyguards charged at him, but Zhang Hu took them all down in ten seconds.
As the hall fell silent, Mo Wuji left without looking back.
What he didn't know was that a top-secret document was being sent from the imperial capital to Yuzhou at that very moment:
The true identity of the empire's Dragon God was about to shock the entire Dragon Kingdom.
And the thing Tan Yun would regret most for the rest of her life was tearing up that marriage contract with her own hands.
