"This is far from enough," Broly continued, "Recently, **** has seen the influx of many exceptionally powerful martial artists! Martial artists! Luo Sheli Si alone cannot cope, so I have placed all my hopes on you. I trust you will not disappoint me or all the people of Swan Country."
"No problem," Ming Zhi Tian replied.
Broly said sternly, "If this fails, you, I, and Luo Sheli Si will all face sanctions from Swan Country."
Ming Zhi Tian scoffed, clearly unconcerned about ****. "I hope to get what I desire once this is accomplished."
Broly guaranteed, "Naturally. Mr. Ming, please rest here for the night, and in the morning, I will take you to meet Goddess Lina."
As a martial artist, one must sleep, but it's usually with one eye open, for one never knows if they will wake up after falling asleep. This is the world of martial arts—
After a night's rest, upon Ming Zhi Tian's awakening, a maid brought a tall glass of milk, eggs, ham, and a sandwich.
After breakfast, the butler mentioned that Broly had already departed to avoid disturbing Ming Zhi Tian's sleep. He would be fetched upon waking.
Though the castle was sparsely populated, Broly was undeniably wealthy, embodying the principle of understated opulence. However, when hosting distinguished guests, generosity was inevitable.
The butler, carrying a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom II, arrived. As Ming Zhi Tian entered, he floored the accelerator with a flamboyant drift.
Watching the butler drive at 140 mph through the city, Ming Zhi Tian, reclining in his seat, asked, "Are you in a hurry?"
"No," the butler replied.
"Then why the speed?" Ming Zhi Tian inquired.
The butler awkwardly slowed down, "No, apologies, Mr. Ming, I… it's a professional habit."
Ming Zhi Tian didn't dwell on it. "Were you a professional race car driver before?"
The butler, one hand on the steering wheel and the other scratching his head, chuckled. "Yes, I was fortunate enough to win the national championship."
Ming Zhi Tian nodded. "Oh, impressive."
Ming Zhi Tian secretly admired Broly's talent pool; even a mere butler was so skilled.
After a while, the car stopped in the parking lot of a vast estate. The butler alighted and opened Ming Zhi Tian's door. "Mr. Ming, please."
Upon exiting the car, the butler led him to a garden where fountains cascaded, surrounded by an array of exotic flowers in vibrant reds, yellows, greens, purples, pinks, and whites. The scent alone was exhilarating.
The butler politely gestured for him to sit at a table amidst the flowers while he went to inform Broly, the leader.
Ming Zhi Tian sat quietly for a moment, listening to the melodious chirping, the sound of water like leaping fish, and the unique ambiance of the estate harmonizing with nature.
Shortly, Broly arrived personally to greet him, walking briskly with an apologetic tone. "My apologies, my apologies, Mr. Ming, please forgive my arrogance. I truly wanted to explain, but Goddess Lina summoned me urgently, which is why I left earlier. Please excuse my rudeness."
Mr. Ming was unfazed but also not particularly bothered. "It's fine. Has the mission begun? Am I meeting Goddess Lina now?"
Broly supported his arm, indicating the highest royal protocol. "Of course, Mr. Ming, please."
They proceeded through a beautiful corridor adorned with intricate foreign patterns, carved with lifelike detail, exquisite beyond anything found or bought in China.