"Chase them!"
The Aether Dragon who gave the order looked as though he had eaten shit.
Even so, he had no choice but to force a smile.
"Please rest assured, Lord of Ashes. We of the Dragon Race will certainly capture those petty scoundrels."
Despite being a Rank 8 Venerable, he was respectfully addressing a Celestial's title.
There was simply no helping it.
He might have been Rank 8, but he truly could not bear the blame for this entire string of disasters.
"Please return the Dragon Gate to me, Lord of Ashes..."
A player interrupted him. "Then tell us, what use would Mister Yi have for taking your Dragon Gate?"
"This..."
The Dragon Race powerhouses exchanged glances, yet none could come up with an answer.
That was right. The blame the Aether Dragon had to shoulder included, but was not limited to, the interrupted banquet.
Within Dragon Race territory, the various factions that had arrived had been ambushed and attacked.
Chen Yi had been surrounded and hunted by Dragon Race powerhouses, and so on.
And then there was... the Dragon Gate, the banquet's ultimate objective, which had also been stolen.
The Dragon Gate was indeed a good item, capable of projecting into the Myriad Worlds.
The problem was that it was only useful to low-level beings, and only low-level beings with Dragon Bloodline.
Even if someone else took it away, the ones who benefited would still be the Dragon Race.
After the Dragon Race powerhouses remained silent for a long while, one of them tentatively said—
"Extract the power of the Royal Bloodline within the Dragon Gate and sell it for money?"
That single sentence silenced every high-level being present.
But there were subtle differences between one silence and another.
The Dragon Race powerhouses felt that this reason was