Four Seas Sect, Dragon Palace of East Island.
Misty clouds flowed over the steps before the hall, while breaths like rolling thunder echoed within, as though some colossal beast were resting inside.
Yet upon entering the hall, one discovered it was no giant creature.
Instead, it was a handsome young man in white robes, refined and elegant in appearance. Leaning against the window, he held a book of alchemy in his hands and read it with great interest.
Just then, a woman entered the hall.
She had a voluptuous figure and a vermilion mark between her brows. Her features were graceful and elegant, and every gesture carried both noble bearing and a touch of wild, spoiled fierceness.
The moment she entered and saw the young man by the window, she immediately cried out:
"Elder Brother! At a time like this, you are still reading? If this goes on, the Four Seas Sect and the Dragon Clan will lose all their face!"
Hearing this, the young man raised his head helplessly and glanced at her. "Little Sister, have you forgotten Father King's oral decree? He told us to remain in seclusion, quietly reciting Dao scriptures. This time, Tribulation is upon us. If we do not go out, Father King can still protect us. But if we leave, who can say what will happen?"
"But Chong Ying is dead!"
The woman shook her head, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth as she said bitterly, "Chong Ying was a Dragon King, yet he was killed by a human. How can we simply stand by and do nothing?"
Chong Ying had been quite a figure in the Dragon Palace during his lifetime.
His relationship with the woman had been especially close, for they had shared the same mother. The woman was named Chong Ling,