In the Celestial Palace, inside the towering main hall, Dominic stood with twelve elders, weighing how to leak news of the Golden Dragon Bloodline without leaving fingerprints.
"We must do this delicately..." Dominic lifted a jade cup, sipped celestial elixir, and spoke with unhurried calm. "Push too hard and the world grows suspicious. Better that the reclusive old monsters 'discover' it on their own, then send agents to the Lower Realm."
Elder Redflame chuckled. "Rest easy, Hall Master. Everything is arranged. In three days, at the largest underground exchange in the northern region, a damaged jade slip hinting at the Golden Dragon Secret Realm will surface by accident... The slip is seventy percent truth, thirty percent artifice, enough to blur every line."
Hearing that, Dominic nodded, pleased. "Jared is only High Immortal Realm Level One. Even with the Golden Dragon Bloodline, he can't stir up a lasting storm... Once Fourteenth Firmament powerhouses flood the Lower Realm, not even three heads and six arms will save him."
The white-haired elder hesitated, worry threading his voice. "Hall Master, Jared defeated Lucian and Lyria and slew a Grand Venerable. He may not be an ordinary Level One... If he slips into the Beastfolk Army or another void fissure, our people may find him hard to corner."
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