Woyun Cold Pool.
Though it lay in the Borderlands of the Two Sects, strictly speaking, this place was still no more than a remote backwater.
Yet aside from that meaningless label, no one would dare look down on it.
Leaving aside the fact that this cold pool was a treasure land approaching the fifth grade... the Woyun Dragon Clan had also guarded it for many years.
Even in the Nine Provinces, such a force would have been nothing to scoff at.
Of course.
The Woyun Dragon Clan had been able to establish itself securely in these borderlands and maintain a firm grip on this treasure land.
Beyond its own strength, the most crucial factor was the Woyun Dragon Clan's backing.
But today.
Within the vast, resplendent hall of the Dragon Palace, luminous pearls cast soft halos over the many rare treasures piled throughout, lending the place an air of lavish splendor.
The eldest prince, Ao Jing, silently watched the figure above.
Before his eyes.
The Woyun Dragon King now bore none of his usual lofty majesty.
His back was slightly bowed as he nodded and scraped before whoever stood at the other end of the communication spell, his manner humble to the extreme.
"Yes... yes..."
"This humble king understands..."
As he spoke, fine beads of cold sweat trickled down his temples, but the figure above clearly had no attention to spare for them.
Only after a long while.
When the ripples suspended in midair gradually dimmed, the Woyun Dragon King slowly dismissed the spell.
He straightened his back, and gloom swiftly gathered across his face.
"Father, has something happened?"
Seeing the spell dissipate, the third prince, Ao Shen, finally lost his patience and asked rather anxiously.
Just how powerful was their father?
He was a mighty Demon of the myriad-forms