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No one in the hall was surprised by this outcome.
Colluding with demons was a crime deserving of death. However, what puzzled them was that the disciplinary elder wasn't the one in charge at all. At most, he was an accomplice.
Xia Dong, who'd truly colluded with the demons, hadn't been sentenced to death. He'd only been punished to clean up the dragon race's blood pools for three thousand years.
His accomplice, however, had been sentenced to death.
In terms of merit, could it be that the disciplinary elder had contributed less?
Not necessarily.
However, this was what the Dragon God had said. Even if they were confused, they couldn't say it aloud. Moreover, their definition of the former Punishment Elder was also a death sentence.
Kneeling on the ground, the disciplinary elder didn't beg for mercy. Instead, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
He prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing in thanks to the Dragon God. Even when his head bled, he didn't stop.
"Rest in peace."
The old Dragon God sighed faintly and pointed at the former Punishment Elder in the hall.
He, who had been kowtowing incessantly, stopped when the finger pointed at him. By the time everyone went to check on him, he was already dead.
"This matter is over. Don't bring it up again in the future. Now that the demons are facing a great enemy, everyone should focus on how to defend against them. That's all. You may all leave. "
The people in the hall left in twos and threes. When they left, they also brought the Punishment Elder with them.
The elder no longer had the right to enter the dragon race's ancestral hall. However, an extravagant funeral was unavoidable.
The noisy hall suddenly became quiet, but the old Dragon God still sat in his chair, not leaving. Roughly an hour later, Xia Yingda returned.
"Senior Dragon God."
Xia Yingda bowed upon entering the hall, then looked suspiciously at the old Dragon God, who sat on the throne.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly received a voice transmission from the old Dragon God, telling him to return to the palace in half an hour.
Although he didn't understand, he'd still rushed back to the hall.
"Yingda, I have some matters I need you to take care of."
Half a month passed.
Another half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The issue between Xia Dong and the former Disciplinary Elder was clearly being resolved internally by the Dragon race. Not a single word of it had spread outside.
At that moment, Ye Zichen stood in the Dragon Race's main hall. There was no one inside.
"Why did the old Dragon God send me here?"
Ye Zichen's expression was somewhat hesitant. He couldn't help but look outside. He'd already been in the great hall for an hour, but he didn't see the Dragon God or anyone else enter.
If it weren't for the old Dragon God's voice transmission informing him that he had important matters to attend to, he might have already left with a wave of his sleeves.
"This old man is really punctual."
Sitting on the chair, he grumbled non-stop. Soon after, he took out his phone and repeatedly looked at the chat history on his phone.
These records were the conversations of the God of Thunder, Nezha, Heavenly King Li, and other military figures in the Heavenly Court.
From this conversation, he learned that on the day the Struggle for Three Realms had ended, the North Pole Emperor had ordered them to go forth and reinforce the Three Realms …
However, they got lost on the way.
It seemed absurd, but they were all top-notch generals. How could they possibly get lost? Furthermore, they were supposed to go to Maple City. They'd been there countless times. There was no way they'd gotten lost.
But the truth was that they'd gotten lost.
It wasn't just them. The people the Underworld and the Immortal Region had sent lost their way as well.
As for why, even now, they had no way of knowing.
In truth, Ye Zichen didn't even need to think to guess that this was definitely the work of the demons, Gu Li, and the others.
However, for all three parties to get lost at the same time and turn back helplessly ….
This sort of method was top-notch.
Ye Zichen sighed, then glanced at Yang Jian's chat history.
Sky God Yang's profile picture was still that of a muscular man showing off his biceps. However, there was no longer that dazzling "1" on it. Their records ….
They'd stopped on the day of the Struggle for Three Realms.
They'd disappeared because ….
Bro, I'll be on the frontlines first. When you get here, just wait to be crowned king and marquis!
There was a row of sunglasses-wearing emojis. They were very arrogant, but they sounded exactly like Ye Zichen's words.
"The God Realm. I'll have to go sooner or later," Ye Zichen sighed.
No matter what, Ye Zichen had to go to the God Realm.
Whether it was to see the results of Yang Jian's frontlines, or for Xiao Yumei, or …. Liu Jing, he had to go.
He had to go. Even if the God Realm rejected him, he still had to go.
Ye Zichen couldn't help but clench his fists, and his gaze sharpened.
"Little Friend Ye, did you think of something? That gaze is quite frightening."
At that moment, the old Dragon God walked in with a smile. To tell the truth, ever since Ye Zichen met the Dragon God, the old man's clothes had been constantly changing.
Today, he wore a black robe, and his hair stood straight up. He looked hale and hearty.
And his face. Disregarding everything else, the Dragon Race's previous clan head looked like he was about to die, but the old Dragon God looked like he was in the prime of his life.
Ye Zichen really didn't know if he'd died early and solidified his soul form, or if he just liked to act young.
"Hah ….."
Ye Zichen rolled his eyes and snorted in exasperation.
"Senior Dragon God, rumor has it that dragons are the most trustworthy of all. In that case, punctuality is part of that, right?"
"Naturally," said the Dragon God with a smile.
"But you made me wait here for nearly two hours. You're the Dragon God of the dragon race. Is this how you're supposed to be?"
"Ordinary dragons are naturally punctual. If anyone dares to break the rules, I'll take care of them!"
"You're no ordinary dragon, you're the Dragon God!"
"That's right, I'm the Dragon God."
The Dragon God chuckled and shrugged. Ye Zichen was just about to repeat what he'd just said, but then he realized what he'd just said.
Speechless, he said, "You're really something."
"There's nothing I can do about it. No one dares control me." As soon as he finished speaking, the old Dragon God walked to the highest seat in the hall and sat down. He stretched lazily and said, "As I get older, I like to doze off. Originally, I was going to be punctual, but as I said, old people like to doze off, so I fell asleep on the way."
"....."
Anyone could tell that he was being perfunctory. Who would believe that he'd fallen asleep on the way?
However, Ye Zichen had no time to waste words with him. He got right to the point.
"Why exactly did you ask me to come here? You should know better than me how busy I am right now."
"Little Friend Ye, have you forgotten why you lost your temper in the Dragon Race's great hall?" laughed the Dragon God.
"What? Senior Dragon God, have you thought of an explanation? Fine, I'm all ears. " Ye Zichen pursed his lips into a smile. In truth, he didn't really care about that, but since the Dragon God wanted to explain, he should at least give him a chance, right?
"There's no rush. Wait a moment."
"Still waiting?"
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