Xihong, the great hall of the Dragon Palace.

The dragon sons stood in the hall whispering among themselves, their faces growing grimmer and grimmer.

Only Qi Shengtao sat high above them with its eyes closed, resting. Its lean frame was wrapped in a magnificent robe, and the terrifying aura seeping faintly from it made it impossible to look at him straight on.

“So what you're telling me is that with all these water-kin watching day and night, there's still not the slightest trace of the Myriad Demon Hall?”

After a long while, the West Dragon King let out a soft breath, cutting off the talk in the hall.

The tallest and most imposing of the four dragon sons, strikingly handsome and clad in the silver armor of the Dragon Palace, stepped forward and cupped his hands respectfully. “Reporting to Royal Father: your son has posted soldiers and generals at every key route. The moment there's word, the Dragon Palace will react at once. What happened last time will never happen again.”

This was Qi Zhaowen, second among the dragon sons. If Zixian the Immortal Maiden hadn't suddenly married in from the east, the West Dragon Palace's Crown Prince seat would long since have been his for the taking.

After all, in strength and in character alike, he far outdid his elder brother, Qi Zhaoyi.

Now that Royal Father was awake, Zixian, the outsider, had been keeping her head down, and that sat very well with Qi Zhaowen.

This was a chance.

With Royal Father holding Xihong, he could settle the Crown Prince seat in one stroke.

Qi Zhaoyi had gotten lucky and grabbed the first move. He had plainly gone to Nanhong to lie low after crossing Zixian, and ended up stumbling into a windfall like this.

But given what the man was capable of, Qi Zhaowen really didn't believe he could bring that pack of Xihong great demons to heel. He might even make a complete mess of it.

That was why Qi Zhaowen had truly thrown everything into hunting for the Myriad Demon Hall, hoping to seize a…