He was not the least bit surprised by the answer.
After a calm nod, he reached back, grabbed Wei Beichen by the scruff of his neck, and unleashed Space Laws, speeding toward the Mountain Gate of the Tianyan Sect.
In the Southern Endless Sea, not far from the murky waters at its deepest point.
Jagged rocks rose in tall heaps, with waterweed swaying atop them in the current.
Compared with the Fifth Prince's Dragon Palace, built of white jade and paved with Sunlight Pearls, this place looked ancient, steeped in the passage of years.
This was the Seventh Prince of the Southern Sea Dragon Palace's Manor!
Within it dwelled a Poison-Palm Ink Dragon of the purest bloodline. Rumor held that wherever he passed, plants withered and even Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy drew away.
At that moment, inside a great hall built of jagged stone.
Ao Yin, the Ninth Prince of the Southern Sea Dragon Palace, stood respectfully in the hall. Facing the middle-aged figure seated at its head, he reported the intelligence gathered by the Seventh Prince's Manor's scouts in recent days.
"Father, judging from the intelligence I've gathered, there's a very good chance Eighth Brother died at the hands of Sect Master Luo of the Tianyan Sect."
"If so, then the person undergoing Tribulation Transcendence on that broken continent where the Tianyan Sect and Heavenly Star Sect territories meet..."
"Was most likely not Eighth Brother, but the Tianyan Sect's new Sect Master Luo."
"As for the white-robed figure holding a Folding Fan whom the Human Race cultivators saw afterward, there's a very good chance he was Luo Yi of the Tianyan Sect in disguise."
"Father Emperor, that boy's schemes run deep. To avoid drawing the Southern Sea Dragon Palace's attention, he deliberately chose not to use the