More Than Just Ordinary Senior Brother-Junior Sister Affection!

This matter could not be rushed; it had to be plotted out slowly.

At this thought, Li Tian slowly gathered his thoughts, and heart lake returned to clarity.

At this moment, calm was more important than anger, and clarity sharper than hot blood.

To remain unmoved when Mount Tai collapsed before him, to show no change of expression when the Vast Sea boiled at his side—

that was the composure he most needed to hold fast to now.

Half a month after the Dragon Race incident, Heavenly Court, Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Haotian reclined sideways on his dragon throne, one hand resting on its gilded armrest.

His eyes were half-closed, and an irresolvable gloom knotted between his brows.

More than half a month had passed since the Dragon Race had been exposed, yet this tangled mess still coiled around his heart, refusing to disperse.

He had never imagined that this remnant bloodline of antiquity would be so utterly worthless—

it had been nothing more than a secret order, explained plainly and clearly, yet they had carried it out with holes everywhere, losing the entire game!

"Heh... no wonder the Dragon Race has never been able to lift its head again since declining after the primordial age."

Haotian gave a low laugh, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain, but his mind never stopped, repeatedly working through the possibilities:

Had any trace of this matter leaked out?

The secret pact between him and the Dragon Race had always been silent;

on the surface, they had never left behind the slightest sign of connection.

Even if the Dragon Race fell today, so long as he denied it to the bitter end, no one would be able to seize any solid evidence against him...

Haotian was eighty percent certain that this matter would