"Oh? Tell me more."
Long Ao opened his cold, narrow pupils, like those of a snake.
He no longer focused all his attention on his dragon ears to pick up more sounds from farther away.
"This subordinate suspects this is a trap laid jointly by Desolate Heaven and the other lineage forces. They used rumors of the Ancestors' deaths to lure us here, then catch us like turtles in a jar!"
"Long Yan!" Long Ao's expression turned cold, his gaze vicious.
Long Yan shuddered involuntarily, thinking Long Ao had realized something was wrong and was preparing to withdraw his forces.
Yet Long Ao's next words left him speechless. "I don't like the word 'turtle.' Don't say it again."
"..." Long Yan fell silent.
"Dragon Lord, should we withdraw first and consider our next move at length?"
Long Yan forced himself to ignore it, convincing himself not to dwell on what Long Ao had fixated on, and offered his suggestion.
"There's no need. I just swept the entire Desolate Heaven Sacred Domain with my divine sense. Apart from the troublesome Qin Wudi and one other Ancestor, the auras of the remaining four have indeed vanished." Long Ao waved a hand.
"Could those four have deliberately concealed their auras?" Long Yan asked again.
"If they were concealing anyone, why wouldn't they conceal Qin Wudi, the strongest of them?" Long Ao countered.
"..." Stumped, Long Yan cupped his hands and bowed his head. "You are wise, Dragon Lord. This subordinate was rash."
He truly could find no evidence to prove that he was right or that Long Ao was wrong.
The facts proved that this new Dragon Lord, who had taken up the banner from the old Dragon Lord only a few decades ago, was not as simple-minded as Long Yan had imagined.