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Having received the news, Ivan hurried out of the inner room as well, his worry plain on his face. "Ancestor, that Witch Ancestor is full of tricks. Could this sudden invitation to the palace be a trap?"

Romanov's brow furrowed slightly. Naturally, he had considered that possibility too.

But his long-standing position at the pinnacle of power and status had bred an almost blind confidence in him.

He snorted coldly and stroked the beard beneath his chin, his tone tinged with disdain. "A trap? Before absolute strength, what waves could a few petty schemes possibly stir up?

"If he truly dared to harm me, he would be cutting himself off from Daluo! Besides, although he has gained some prestige, if he wants to spread his Witch Cult into every corner of the Empire,

"Especially the heartlands that our Imperial Clan and those ancient nobles have cultivated for centuries, doing so without our approval and assistance would be nothing but a fool's dream! In my view, he has taken the initiative to invite me because he has most likely hit a bottleneck and wants a breakthrough in some area-or he wants to demand favors."

Ivan remained uneasy and said urgently, "Ancestor, you must not agree to his demands lightly! If we let him stretch his tentacles into our power base, then given enough time, the people's hearts and faith will all belong to him. This realm may truly end up bearing a different surname!"

"Hmph, do you think I don't know that?" A harsh gleam flashed through Romanov's eyes. "I'm going there to make him face reality! To give him a warning and make him understand who truly rules Daluo! There are boundaries he cannot cross."

He fancied his cultivation could reach the heavens. Even if the Imperial Palace were a