"It's you, White Dragon. I never expected you'd left behind a spirit clone."
The Black Dragon Supreme glanced at the man in white robes and lowered his arm.
"Black Dragon, you shouldn't have come."
The White Dragon Supreme, master of this place, let out a soft sigh.
Hundreds of years had passed. The two great figures of the Dragon Demon Palace, once close comrades who had fought side by side, had met again as strangers, divided by life and death.
"No. I must take back the Great Sumeru Demon Pillar."
"White Dragon, have you forgotten the calamity that wiped out our clan all those years ago?"
The Black Dragon Supreme stared at his former friend, his tone resolute.
"I haven't forgotten. I dare not forget, day or night."
"It's precisely because I haven't forgotten that I know our path was wrong."
"Hatred must not blind us. My Sacred Dragon Sect stood for the righteous path."
The White Dragon Supreme shook his head.
"Silence, White Dragon. The Sacred Dragon Sect has been dead for a long time. There is only the Dragon Demon Palace."
"You betrayed us, betrayed our clan, betrayed our homeland!"
Perhaps a certain word had touched a nerve in the Dragon Demon Palace's lord.
His emotions suddenly erupted, and his aura turned savage.
He paid no heed to the astonishing secret he had just let slip.
In any case, in the Black Dragon Supreme's eyes, every living being who had entered this place would die today. They would all be offered as blood sacrifices to the Great Sumeru Demon Pillar, to help it recover its power.
"Black Dragon, you've changed."
The White Dragon Supreme knew he could not persuade his former friend.
After all, they had argued like this countless times before.
"I haven't changed. The times have."