Yin Zhaoxian's shock far surpassed that of anyone present. At the very first moment, he sensed where he was—inside the book he had written. He had not realized this merely from the surroundings, but through an innate, unseen intuition. Coupled with those volumes from before, he understood the situation.
"Master Yin, it is more or less as you imagined, isn't it?"
Ji Yuan's voice sounded beside Yin Zhaoxian's ear. To one side, the Old Dragon and the Dragon Daughter had already slowly squeezed through the crowd toward them. Where the might of True Dragons lay, even if they did nothing, the pedestrians around them instinctively avoided them.
At this moment, astonishment was also impossible to conceal from the faces of the Old Dragon, Dragon Daughter, Dragon Mother, and Dragon Son. Compared to the guests, they knew some of the inside story, yet they had never expected matters to be this shocking.
"I never imagined Mister Ji possessed such a World-Shaking Mystic Art. In that case, slaying the Nine-tailed Fox in a drunken dream is hardly anything strange."
"Old Mister Ying already knew?"
"I didn't know at first. Mother Jujube told Ruoli."
With that, the Old Dragon transmitted his voice to all the Dragon Palace guests, recounting the current situation in as calm a tone as possible, at least ensuring that the guests could not hear his own astonishment.
"Dragon Lords, honored guests, we have not been shifted in a flash to some mortal city outside the Dragon Palace. We are inside a book. Some of you may have read it—it is precisely Mister Yin of Great Zhen's Treatise on Birds."
Upon hearing the Old Dragon's words, all the guests became even more astonished. Those standing close to one another began discussing it in hushed voices.
"Inside a book?" "A grotto-heaven?"