"As long as a suitable opportunity arose, the Southern Sea Dragon Palace would strike at the Tianyan Sect again."
"And what we needed to do now was create that opportunity for the Southern Sea Dragon Palace ourselves."
"When the time came, whether that Sect Master Luo of the Tianyan Sect died at the hands of that old bastard Ao Shun..."
"Or that old bastard Ao Shun was ambushed by one of the sect masters among the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea who were friendly with the Tianyan Sect!"
"Once that happened, if the two of us seized the right moment, we might well rise again—even gain a chance to reach the Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal realm we'd dreamed of for so long."
As he spoke, Ao Quan clenched his fists so tightly that his sharp nails dug into his flesh. He seemed not to notice.
"What we needed to do now was take this opportunity to see certain people for who they were."
"Then there was no need to overthink it. Sleep as though it were all a dream, and wait for our subordinates to report news of that old bastard Ao Shun!"
"A dream..."
Listening to Ao Quan speak so confidently, the woman shook her head with a rueful smile. Then her gaze shifted to the throne gleaming with gold and splendor in the hall, and a dazed smile spread across her face.
"The situation in the Endless Sea changed so quickly that I felt as though I were in a dream, one that seemed real even though it couldn't possibly be."
As she spoke, the woman rubbed her eyes without thinking, only to discover that she really had seen it correctly.
On the throne, radiant with golden light, sat a young man in azure robes that swayed with the