In the North Sea Dragon Palace, within the Mysterious Blue Dao Realm.
Atop the Profound Ice Throne, the sound of the North Sea Dragon Lord's knuckles tapping gently against the armrest was exceptionally clear in the silence, like some ancient timepiece.
He listened to Nether Spring's speech about "playing a big game." A dark light swirled in his long, narrow draconic eyes, but he did not respond immediately.
After a long moment, he finally spoke. His voice was like a deep-sea current—calm, yet carrying a cold, unapproachable distance:
"Counterattack Central Earth, reshape the world order... You certainly don't lack for ambition."
The Dragon Lord shook his head slightly, leaning back again and resuming his lazy, half-reclined posture.
But deep within his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as an icicle.
