After some days, Miaomiao returned with a report: a new group had arrived at the Imperial Dragon Palace.
"Who? What did they look like?" Li Tianming asked.
"One man and three women. The man had two huge pus-filled lumps on his head, and he called all three women Sister."
As Miaomiao smoothed the fur on its arm, it spoke lazily.
"Pus-filled lumps? What the hell are those?"
Li Tianming thought over the Qinghun Hall's intelligence. There had been no one with pus-filled lumps on their head.
"Probably Long Longlong of the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect, grandson of the Sacred Dragon Emperor."
"Those things on his head are dragon horns. The other three women are likely Dragon Emperor children as well."
Yu Ziqian explained.
"This guy..."
Li Tianming vaguely remembered him.
The Qinghun Hall's intelligence did not contain much information about him.
It was said that he had only just turned twenty, rarely made a move, and his exact cultivation level was unknown.
"He was barely twenty, yet he could rely on his own strength to contend with others of his generation in this Realm Without Heaven. His 'Sacred Dragon talent' must be very high, right?" Li Tianming asked.
"Dragon horns on his head, Sacred Dragon Eyes between them—indeed, that is the greatest talent in the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect's history!"
"If you saw a portrait of the Nine Dragon Emperor, you would know that he, too, had two dragon horns on his head."
Yu Ziqian said.
Li Tianming nodded.
Anyone appearing in the Imperial Dragon Palace was a competitor.
"As a descendant of the Nine Dragon Emperor, he should possess a certain advantage within the Imperial Burial."
"If he could reach the Imperial Dragon Palace, that means he killed enough dragon puppets. He should have obtained Dragon Palace treasures too."
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