"One must never harbor a heart bent on harming others, but one must always guard against others doing harm. Though Ying Feng is of the Dragon Race, he is still under the Celestial Court's rule. We have no idea what he has in mind. If the Celestial Court sent him to scout the way, then failing to keep a close watch on him could lead to a large force of immortal troops pouring in. For our tribes, that would be nothing short of a calamity," Lu Ziya said.
"The seal had only just been repaired, and I had no means of protecting myself. With Big Brother Ying's strength, if he'd wanted to bring the immortal troops here, he would have done so long ago. There was no need to wait until now," Wen Yan argued.
"Brother Lu, caution does no harm, but Young Friend Ying Feng hasn't done anything untoward so far. It wouldn't be wise to use any tricks on him." Wen Kaishan shook his head, then watched the field with a flicker in his eyes. "The Dragon Race divine abilities Young Friend Ying cultivates are no small matter. Even I feel as though my eyes have been opened. The contest is about to resume. Let's watch closely. It would be a pity for either of us to miss the finer points."
"Old Man Kaishan, after all that blather, that's the first thing you've said worth hearing." Just then, a hearty laugh rang out. The dragons present turned toward the voice. Wen Kaishan was one of the secret realm's foremost experts, yet someone had not only called him by name but tacked "old man" onto it. Who would be so bold? Had they grown tired of living?
A howling gale swept through the air. Lu Xiaotian looked over and