Seven years ago, Shen Kuang carried the Divine Dragon Order on a top-secret mission and vanished, his fate unknown.
Seven years later, he returned in triumph, only to find that his sister's small company was being cornered by the Qian Group with predatory contract terms. Someone even pointed a finger at her beside her hospital bed and threatened her.
“Sign it, and I'll let your company live. Otherwise, I'll make your brother come back and bury you.”
Shen Kuang laughed.
He took out the black iron insignia that had lain dormant for seven years. The dark red gem on its Divine Dragon emblem shone blindingly bright.
“Tell his father to come see me.”
That very day, Qian Dekun, president of Jiangcheng's Pharmaceutical Association, knelt outside the hospital room.
Everyone thought he was just a discharged soldier who'd gotten lucky.
That is, until Shen Kuang broke into the underground level five that night, holding an ancient spiritual jade and discovering the truth of the primordial secret realm.
“So there really is something in this world more ancient than the Divine Dragon Order.”
