"Someone from the Dao Court! Someone from the Dao Court!"
Old Dragon Lord read the message from Dragon Palace, immediately put away the golden ring, and his face filled with sudden realization. "I understand! This must be the Dao Court's great figure plotting against me!"
Lu Yang, standing beside him, watched with an amused expression.
He misunderstood.
Sure enough, the Karma responding to the script and stirring Fortune was not so easily broken—especially when I, the caster, am stronger than Old Dragon Lord.
He followed Old Dragon Lord out of the dim seabed and all the way into the resplendent Dragon Palace. At last, they arrived before a towering hall that loomed like a mountain. Tian Qiu stood respectfully at the entrance. Upon seeing Old Dragon Lord, he immediately stepped forward and bowed. "Father, that person from the Dao Court is inside the hall."
Old Dragon Lord nodded at this, then pushed the doors open and entered.
Lu Yang then saw a radiant figure standing in the great hall. The visitor wore a Dragon Robe, his entire body gathered within mysterious light.
It was Emperor Jiayou of the Dao Court.
A look of knowing expectation appeared on Old Dragon Lord's face. He stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Jiayou, what brings you here from so far away?"
Emperor Jiayou turned around and smiled as well. "Naturally, it is because of the matter of True Dragons traveling the waters."
The moment those words were spoken, although Old Dragon Lord's smile did not change on the surface—and he even became more attentive and respectful—a shadow still passed through his eyes.
In ancient times, Flood Dragons traveled the waters, entered the sea, and transformed into True Dragons. It was considered a fine tale.
Yet as times changed, dragonkind