[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith":3,"chapter-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-749":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Childhood Friend of the Zenith",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1240799,1667,"Chapter 748","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-749",749,"\u003Cp>When was the first time he felt a wall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it had never happened, but because it had happened too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A life of endlessly crashing into walls, again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such was the path of a martial artist, they said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Peng Zhou, there was nothing more humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were there so many walls standing in his way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could have accepted it if they had been older, more experienced opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ones blocking his path were all his peers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first wall he faced was Sword Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandson of Namgung Jeolcheon, the Patriarch of the Namgung Clan, and the most likely successor to the clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their similar ages led to constant comparisons between Peng Zhou and Sword Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ever since their first encounter, Peng Zhou had never managed to best him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there were the others—White Dragon, Little Dragon, Poison Dragon, Sword Phoenix, White Phoenix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou entered their ranks under the title of Black Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even after making it in, his standing hadn’t changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the overwhelming support and resources provided by his family, he barely managed to hold his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the extent of Peng Zhou’s talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mediocre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too lacking to be called a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet too skilled to be dismissed as untalented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He occupied that frustrating middle ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most people, it might have been enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peng Zhou was not like most people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m the son of the Blade King.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s father, the Blade King, was the Patriarch of the Peng Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man renowned for his solid character and exceptional martial prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the head of one of the Four Great Clans, his influence was unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peng Zhou—the Blade King’s son—was constantly labeled as inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A tiger father, but a dog for a son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a saying reserved for unworthy heirs who failed to live up to their fathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou embodied that insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to him, it was a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mediocre talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inferior blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A son who failed to inherit his father’s greatness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While his peers soared higher every day, he lagged behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That growing gap strangled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became the root of his inferiority complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, as time passed and his resentment festered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An incident occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon and Phoenix Gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same martial tournament held every year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, there was something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcement that a Divine Dragon would be chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the martial world, “Divine Dragon” referred to the greatest prodigy of the late-stage generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It symbolized the future leader of the martial world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, far more attention was drawn to the event than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone wondered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would become the Divine Dragon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it be Sword Dragon of the Namgung Clan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or White Dragon of the Moyong Clan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe Little Dragon? Or Poison Dragon from the Tang Clan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The debates continued endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Dragon would come from one of the Dragons or Phoenixes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one even mentioned Black Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a testament to the power and status of the current Dragons and Phoenixes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to the lowly position of Black Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Peng Zhou first heard those predictions, he had raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a far greater humiliation followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The birth of the Divine Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the tournament ended, the Divine Dragon was finally chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t one of the Dragons or Phoenixes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was someone from the Gu Clan of Shanxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A family barely clinging to the edge of the noble ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clan so obscure it had no notable figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Dragon came from there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon of the Gu Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who appeared for the first time at the Dragon and Phoenix Gathering defeated them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And claimed the title of Divine Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That revelation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“This is bullshit—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was what caused Peng Zhou’s barely contained fury to explode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“How the hell does someone like you become the Divine Dragon?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the night after the tournament ended, when everyone was preparing to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“This can’t be happening… Why you?! Why someone like you…!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drunk out of his mind, Peng Zhou confronted Gu Cheolwoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his martial arts abilities, he had drowned himself in alcohol until he was completely wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he couldn’t endure it otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon simply stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if he had just remembered something, he added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“You’re that guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“What…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“It took me a moment to recall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou staggered, laughing bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after what had happened at the inn,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon had forgotten him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Ha… haha…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s lips twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did it have to be him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was someone like him allowed to rise so high?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a member of the Four Great Clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from the Nine Great Sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just some nobody who suddenly appeared and took everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t do it here, he’d do it after returning to his clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, he had to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“The Divine Dragon…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon soared to heights Peng Zhou couldn’t reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had spent his entire life yearning for,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard took in just a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“This is impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Gu Cheolwoon was strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong enough to humiliate him at the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—Peng Zhou refused to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bastard who mocked and trampled on him couldn’t be the Divine Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“I get it now. So that’s how it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so he crossed a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“The Gu Clan, huh? What trick did you pull?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“There’s no way you got here honestly. You must’ve done something behind the scenes. Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drunk and barely able to see straight, Peng Zhou glared at Gu Cheolwoon’s crimson eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“What kind of witchcraft did you use? How does a pathetic clan like yours produce someone like you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be trickery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“You’re the son of a clan head, right? What did your father do? Or was it you? Tell me. What did you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s rambling stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Urk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his body tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—! Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision dropped as one knee hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could process it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head snapped to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain erupted across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he realize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been slapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“You bastard—!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou roared and lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head whipped to the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Gah…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack! Smack! Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoed again and again as his head snapped back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Khugh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped down his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from Peng Zhou’s nose and mouth, pooling on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheeks burned like fire, but he swallowed the blood and forced his head up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Are you done barking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above him stood Gu Cheolwoon, his crimson eyes glaring down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same eyes as back then at the inn—only now, under the night’s shadow, they seemed even more vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood ran from his lips, staining his chest as it trickled down his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou felt the drunken haze lift completely from his mind in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“You…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his rage didn’t fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humiliation was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou tried to stand, unable to accept what had happened to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Ghhk!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gu Cheolwoon’s massive hand crushed that attempt immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screech—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Ghhhh…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s large frame was hoisted into the air like a ragdoll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrashed, but just like before in the inn, it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“You should consider yourself lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon’s voice cut through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“I was told not to kill anyone while in Hanan. That’s why you’re still alive. It’s your good fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s body shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent laced in each word poured into his mouth, nose, and eyes, choking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“But for me, it’s unfortunate. If not for that, I wouldn’t have to listen to this pathetic barking in the middle of the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“L-let go of me… I—I’m Peng Zhou of the Peng Clan—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou stammered, desperately trying to get the words out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Like I said before, I don’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon wasn’t interested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Ghhk…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s mouth was forced open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling thought flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this—?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“One molar feels lonely without its pair. I’ll even it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Aaaaagh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His remaining molar was torn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sizzle—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like before, the wound was seared shut, burning pain into his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou collapsed onto the ground, released from Gu Cheolwoon’s grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could even writhe in pain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Aaaaaah!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon stomped on his broken leg, pressing down until Peng Zhou screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Don’t move. If I put any more pressure, you’ll never walk again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Ghh… hh… ghhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Peng Zhou. Son of the Blade King.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“...!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon had spoken his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had acted like he didn’t know it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“You… You knew who I was this whole time? And still did this to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon knew he was a member of the Peng Clan and still humiliated him like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Aren’t you afraid of the Peng Clan?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as Peng Zhou screamed, Gu Cheolwoon’s face didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Do you really think that name will protect you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice remained calm, almost bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“If you do, then try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon crouched, bringing himself to eye level with Peng Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“I’m not afraid of anything. So go ahead. Try it if you can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou trembled uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed his arm, trying to hide the shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon’s gaze lingered on him before he stood up and turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“I’m going to walk away now. I’ll even give you a chance to attack me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Wh-what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“If you really want to, go ahead. But know this—there won’t be a next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s mind reeled, unable to process the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon didn’t explain further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began walking away, his pace slow and deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attack him? Now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand was already gripping his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon’s back was completely exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bastard who had humiliated him—stolen his teeth, crushed his pride—was walking away like nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he do it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he kill him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the handle tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t just sit and endure this humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not after everything that had been done to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made up his mind and began to draw his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freeze—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Ghhk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou couldn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson eyes flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of the hand that had crushed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming strength that had shattered his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teeth ground together, nearly breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to cut him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Gh… ghhh… fuck…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou’s hand fell limp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“What a shame. You could’ve saved face. But your pathetic cowardice just saved your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Cheolwoon’s voice echoed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something rolled to the ground in front of Peng Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the molar Gu Cheolwoon had pulled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Take it. I don’t need something so disgusting. Next time we meet, make sure to keep your mouth shut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Zhou trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until Gu Cheolwoon’s figure completely disappeared into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nightmare that haunted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes that had stared him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pride that had been crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a wound he could never forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—“Aaaaaagh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he suffering the same humiliation now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at Gu Cheolwoon’s hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but at the hands of his son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Peng Zhou hung in the air, battered and bloodied, that question burned through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>",1995,"2026-06-05T15:10:16.200Z",1,"novelbin.me","12f2d7005fb0c3d06c4a977826b9e056f9f2416493a725a1d4e4883b0c0d0846","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-750","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-748",974,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchildhood-friend-of-the-zenith-cover.jpg"]