"Did Ao Xian send you?" Fang Yun stood above the Western Sea with his hands behind his back, gazing at Ao Min, the Western Sea Dragon Sage, in the distance.
His purple robe stood out vividly against the night sky.
Against the pitch-black heavens, Ao Min's white body was even more striking. Even the full moon could not compare.
Ao Min gave no answer, seemingly still immersed in the shock of the black dragon Half-Sage's death.
Ao Zhou strained to recall what he knew. No such Half-Sage existed among the dragons of the Saint Origin Continent. Clearly, that dragon had come from another world, most likely just as Fang Yun had guessed.
However, Ao Zhou focused more of his attention on the illusory wall of stars behind Fang Yun, for he had noticed that another star had appeared on it after Fang Yun composed his war poem and summoned the thunder sages.
Could this Wall of Stars be connected to War Poetry? I've seen the sages of every generation, but I've never heard of the Human Race possessing such an ability. Could it have something to do with his experiences in Primordial Antiquity?
In the distance, Ao Min recovered from his shock. Sacred flames surged in his eyes as he snarled through gritted teeth, "You... colluded with the Ancient Demons! You deserve ten thousand deaths!"
Fang Yun's expression remained unchanged. "After fabricating charges to frame me, what comes next? Let me think. Hmm, joining forces with the other Water Race sages, or perhaps the Southern Sea and Northern Sea Dragon Sages? Come out together."
Ao Min actually made no attempt to deny it. Instead, he said, "Since you've confessed your guilt, we shall cleanse the ranks of the Dragon Race and the Human Race and root out a traitor like