In Celestial Wu Hall, behind layers of heavy curtains.
The Daoist Court Emperor withdrew his gaze, the thunderous, tsunami-like cries of "loyalty" still faintly echoing in his ears. He stroked his chin, a peculiar expression on his face.
'Did he sense my gaze?'
'Impossible. A cultivator at Foundation Establishment Perfection who has Refined a Blessed Land might have a chance, but a mere Mid-phase of Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't possibly detect me, not even with a True Treasure.'
'In that case... was he deliberately putting on a show?'
At this thought, a playful smile appeared on the Daoist Court Emperor's face. "This little dragon sent by the Old Dragon Monarch is quite capable. A good seedling."
