In the Dragon Palace beneath the boundless East Sea, the black-robed Dragon Lord sat calmly in his hall, leafing through a book. A mighty voice seemed to roll down from the heavens all the way into the sea.
The Dragon Lord paused in his reading and glanced at his right hand. Though it appeared flawless, he could still faintly feel a trace of the pain from that day.
"Hmph!"
The Dragon Lord merely gave a soft snort, showing little other reaction. He could still distinguish right from wrong in what had happened.
In truth, while the Celestial Court's attempt to seize the opportunity to establish its authority greatly displeased him, neither the Dragon Lord nor many others among Dragonkind particularly resented the Manifest Holiness True Lord himself, who had actually slain Hong Wei.
After all, Dragonkind now broadly understood that the True Lord had manifested in response to the wishes of the people, and that the righteous energy of heaven and earth had empowered him to slay Hong Wei. Rather than calling that blade a blow to Dragonkind's dignity, it was more accurate to call it the descent of a destined tribulation.
Of course, the Hong Household's lineage was an exception. Yet although they harbored hatred, they certainly did not dare provoke the Manifest Holiness True Lord.
"Ji Zi, Ji Ming."
At the Dragon Lord's low call, figures standing on either side of the hall immediately stepped forward and answered together.
"Here!"
"Have you uncovered that white dragon's origins?"
The two exchanged a glance before the elder brother answered.
"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, that white dragon comes without a shadow and leaves without a trace. Clearly, he possesses some profound divine ability, likely a secret innate gift of his origins. From the reports sent back by the other dragon