The Grand Heir’s Move to Rule the World

Serena Feng had always considered herself a perfectly ordinary, unremarkable person. If not for meeting Nolan Dongling in this lifetime, her greatest ambition would probably have been to run a small pharmacy and live out her days in quiet peace.

Having a mother with such an extraordinary background was already more than Serena ever expected, so it never occurred to her that her father's origins might be just as remarkable.

As an ordinary woman, Serena never dreamed of living some legendary life. The suspicions she had that night were quickly forgotten—she simply chalked the elder up as another eccentric like Dorian Owen, curious about her 'brain worth ten thousand gold.'

Nolan Dongling didn't see it that way. All along the journey, he tacitly accepted the elder's presence—and the subtle respect in his words toward Serena. At this point, Nolan didn't even need to investigate to understand the Assassin Alliance's true origins.

The Phoenixfield Clan was truly not to be underestimated. Who would have thought that they still wielded such hidden power in the martial world?

If he hadn't known about Serena's connection to the Phoenixfield Clan, he might never have uncovered the link between the Assassin Alliance and the Phoenixfield line.

For Nolan, this was all gain and no risk. With this connection, Serena no longer needed to worry about being hunted by the Assassin Alliance. Even if those killers couldn't actually take her life, their constant pursuit was enough to be a headache.

Nolan and Serena did nothing out of the ordinary on their journey—just headed straight for the rendezvous point they'd agreed on with Dorian Owen.

"You're just going to let Prince Damien off like that?" Serena couldn't help asking halfway through their journey.

Everyone knew Nolan Dongling was never one to let things go easily—his style was always to repay every grudge.