Lu Xiaotian shook his head. Whether it was the Blood Mosquito Devil Ancestor or that old dragon monster, they had underestimated him somewhat, thinking they could deceive his eyes and ears this way.
The other party's methods were indeed well concealed. For the moment, Lu Xiaotian had no idea what the old monster was plotting, but he had sensed something when the Celestial Emperor Nandan devoured the Evil Punishment Heavenly Dragon's dragon soul.
A massive storm of soul power had erupted outside, while countless dragon bones soaked in blue-black liquid—including scattered remnants of Heavenly Dragon bones—were thrown into considerable turmoil. At the time, a faint, subtle fluctuation had indeed entered those Heavenly Dragon bone fragments.
Even though he was merely a projected avatar of his true body, far less powerful than the true body itself, once one's Primordial Spirit had reached a certain level and become familiar with spatial fluctuations down to the bone, one would be extraordinarily sensitive to abnormal reactions.
If his guess was correct, the Blood Mosquito Devil Ancestor had either discovered something of greater value or already reached some sort of agreement with the old dragon monster. Perhaps he was being used, but the benefits should be something tangible and real.
A trace of deeper meaning flickered in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but he did not lay the matter bare before the Celestial Emperor Nandan.
Just as he could leave a sword shadow within the Celestial Emperor Nandan's body, the old dragon monster's cultivation and strength were no weaker than his own. It might well possess similar means of restraint.
Relatively speaking, however, the possibility on the Celestial Emperor Nandan's side was smaller.
As for the possibility of the Blood Mosquito Devil Ancestor and the old dragon monster reaching some form of cooperation, that was harder to