Chapter 290: White Dragon King
Money was undoubtedly important.
However, for the elites in the martial arts world, money was but a fleeting commodity—something that flowed effortlessly into their hands. For them, wealth didn't require hard work. It came to them almost as a matter of course, with wealthy families offering tribute like it was second nature.
The White Dragon King was one of those elites.
Each year, the Swift family gave him large sums of money, treating him almost like a living deity, a gesture of veneration that was far more than mere homage.
This arrangement was not just out of respect—it was out of necessity. The White Dragon King, as a venerable martial artist, had the power to ensure that powerful families like the Swift family continued to thrive.
A heaven master was no longer enough in Houston. You needed someone like the White Dragon King to truly stand above the rest.
At this very moment, in a sprawling manor, Alger led Laura through the grounds toward the White Dragon King's residence.
They had been walking for over forty minutes, their steps echoing on the well-maintained path. To show respect, neither of them dared to drive through the massive gates. They walked on foot, acknowledging the vastness and significance of their visit.
It wasn't that Alger was overly cautious—he knew full well that the Swift family's rise to power had been built on the backs of their ancestors. But as time passed and generations shifted, that power could easily slip away without the right kind of protection.