Daoist Baichuan finally revealed his true intentions, and the atmosphere in the hall abruptly grew grave.
Ao Xun's expression darkened. "So, according to you, the two Immortal Chiefs intend to use diplomacy before force and compel the Dragon Clan to submit?"
Daoist Baichuan rose to his feet and flicked his sleeve robe. "I will ask one last time: will the Dragon Clan submit to the Immortal Court?"
Ao Xun raised his eyes and stared at him. There was unwillingness in his gaze, but reality ultimately crushed it down, and his bearing gradually softened.
After all, the Dragon Clan was no longer the Dragon Clan that had once dominated the Primordial Wilderness.
After a moment of silence, Ao Xun finally said in a low voice:
"This matter is of great importance and still requires careful consideration. If you do not mind, Daoist, you may stay temporarily in the Dragon Palace."
"No need." Daoist Baichuan waved a hand in refusal.
"Since you need time to consider it, then consider it carefully.
"But when I return next time, I will not be alone. The fate of the Dragon Clan rests entirely on a single thought from you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Daoist Baichuan's figure flashed and turned into a streak of streaming light, vanishing from the hall.
He sped away with an escape technique, heading straight back to the Immortal Court to report.
The Dragon Palace's great hall fell silent once more, with only the distant sound of tides drifting in from outside.
Ao Xun stood there blankly, then let out a long sigh, his expression conflicted.
Turtle Chancellor stepped forward with a bow and lowered his voice. "Dragon King, it seems we have no choice but to disturb the ancestor."
"Mhm." Ao Xun nodded and answered in a deep voice.