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“Alright, enough talking!” Leonel’s voice boomed in the meeting hall.

“Quiet down!” He pressed his hand down, silencing the room instantly.

With a blank expression, Leonel spoke calmly and objectively, “Everyone, it’s too early to discuss this. We need to confirm whether this Lachlan really is the Descendant of Dudrar Dragon.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Indeed,” Yin Tai Chi Chester nodded, refraining from argument this time.

Just then, a figure walked in from outside. It was Galaxie, the one in charge of arranging for Lachlan and also Leonel’s son.

“Galaxie, how is Leonel’s arrangements going?” Leonel asked, his eyes showing no emotion.

“Everything is settled! Master Leonel, rest assured, Leonel’s accommodations are well taken care of,” Galaxie assured him.

“Good. I will personally meet this young man, Lachlan, to confirm if he truly is the heir of the Dragon Ancestor,” Leonel nodded in satisfaction.

The last part was directed at Elder Fiery Dragon and Chester.

As soon as the words fell, Elder Fiery Dragon furrowed his brows. He believed it was best to verify Lachlan’s identity immediately. He was eager to uncover the truth, a sentiment shared by many present.

“Master, we gathered here today to discuss how to treat this Descendant of Dudrar Dragon. If we have to wait for his confirmation, why not go meet him now?” Yin Tai Chi Chester suggested with a grave tone.

“Yes, why postpone it?”

“Master, I believe now is the right time.”

“I agree, the baptism of the Dragon Ancestor can begin at any moment! There’s no need for preparation to verify his identity.”

The meeting chamber echoed with various voices one after another.

Leonel hesitated for a moment, then looked at Galaxie with a faint questioning look.

Galaxie gave him a slight nod.

“Very well! Galaxie, where have you arranged for Lachlan? Lead us there,” Leonel gestured.

…

The building was abandoned, tucked away in the back of Sun Moon Sect’s main structures. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the walls looked neglected.

Lachlan frowned as he surveyed the surroundings. Was this where Elder Galaxie had arranged for him to stay? What a display of power by the Sun Moon Sect!

He explored the area, discovering that it used to be a field for cultivating spiritual herbs. However, due to the depletion of spiritual energy in the Sun Moon Sect’s domain, the once flourishing Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures had withered, leaving the place deserted.

“It’s hard to believe that this place was once a sect capable of rivaling the Orderwarden organization,” Lachlan sighed in wonder.

As he was about to tidy up, feeling uncertain of how long he would be left here, a strange ripple suddenly appeared. It seemed as though a formation had been activated, restricting his senses.

Realizing he was isolated in the abandoned courtyard, with no one aware of the situation, a sense of unease engulfed him.

Suddenly, five figures appeared around him, trapping him from all directions.

Lachlan’s eyes narrowed. Nascent Soul cultivators. Five of them at the early stage.

“Are you Lachlan, the so-called heir of the Dragon Ancestor?” the leader, a tall youth adorned in luxurious armor, mocked.

“That would be me. And may I ask who you gentlemen are?” Lachlan responded, sensing their hostility.

Laughter erupted from the group, mocking Lachlan for being just a Golden Core Realm ‘trash.’

Feeling the intense animosity and murderous intent from the Nascent Soul cultivators, Lachlan knew there was no room for diplomacy. He readied his Glacial River Dragon Sparrow Blade and activated his Rich Soil Unyielding Form.

“What’s the meaning of this? Do you intend to kill me?” he asked, his stare piercing.

Dougie, the leader, sneered, “Kill you? Don’t flatter yourself. We only want to test the strength of the so-called Descendant of Dudrar Dragon.”

With weapons drawn, the tension in the abandoned courtyard escalated.