Ao Qing's Old Ancestor ranked extremely high even among all the Dragon Race's Demon Venerables.
In the past, he had basically always been in seclusion.
Comprehending all manner of Great Daos.
No one had expected that his severe injuries would actually draw Ao Qing's Old Ancestor out.
Gold Horn took a deep breath. His heart could not help but surge, and even his bloodline began to churn.
Before long, Demon Venerable Feng Yuan led Gold Horn out of the palace and to the other side of the Imperial Palace.
Although spatial traversal would have brought them to the palace faster,
this was, after all, the Imperial Palace, where certain rules had to be observed.
They proceeded without obstruction.
Within Gold Horn's body, once Jiang Shu learned of the situation outside, his consciousness concealed itself in the deepest recesses.
He did not dare let the slightest trace leak out.
By now, he had long learned from True Martial Sect's records about the various most formidable Demon Venerables.
Dragon Race Demon Venerable Ao Qing was one of them.
He had advanced into the Demon Venerable realm several thousand years ago.
"Come in."
Feng Yuan stood at the entrance without entering again, quietly waiting at the side with Gold Horn.
Only after a short while did Ao Qing's voice emerge from within the hall.
Gold Horn straightened the scales on his body and stepped inside.
"Gold Horn pays respects to Old Ancestor!"
Gold Horn lowered his head and raised his hands in salute. Immediately, he felt a sharp gaze continuously examining him, as though it could pierce through his flesh.
"Not bad. It seems the Phoenix Race invested some resources and foundations in you this time as well. These injuries of yours should not be much of a problem anymore."
"They merely delayed