The current private arena of the Gold King, known to no more than a few dozen people in the capital, was located in the deepest part of his luxurious palace.
It was about ten square kilometers in size, and the ceiling was supported by four huge pillars, containing such a rich density of Qi that it could be seen with the naked eye.
Yet all that density disappeared immediately the moment the protective arrays surrounding the arena were activated.
"No need to hold back, brat. I want to see if you're truly worthy of my little Meilin!"
The old man growled, walking to the opposite side of the arena.
"If you're not, at the very least, I'll leave you toothless!" He roared, as a powerful crimson Qi surrounded his body.
Qingyi did not respond to that provocation, just watching the old man with a curious look.
Since Meilin had never talked about him, Qingyi expected her relationship with her grandfather to be cold and distant.
