Within the Dragon Race, differences of opinion emerged once again. The debate between the cautious Celt and the Dragon King’s close associates made the other clans present shut their mouths and quietly wait for a final conclusion from both sides. At this juncture, Celt turned towards the Clan Leader of the Fire Phoenix Race, Phoenix, and spoke: "Phoenix, what do you think about this matter?"

Now the focus of the entire gathering fell on Phoenix again. The Fire Phoenix Race, apart from the Dragon Race, was the most powerful race, representing various birds and some Beast Races unwilling to be subservient to the Dragon Race. If he stood with one side, it would essentially mean proclaiming the supported viewpoint as the victor.

Seeing Celt turn the ball back to him, Phoenix felt very uncomfortable in his heart. From his heart’s perspective, he supported Celt’s viewpoint, but as someone outside the Dragon Race, he couldn’t express this verbally. Back in the day, whether it was a race ascending from the Magic Realm or a race from the Daoist Realm, there were fierce struggles over which race should assume the position of common clan leader of the Beast Races in this plane—between the Daoist Realm’s Golden-winged Roc, Vermilion Bird, and the Daoist Divine Dragon Race, and the Magic Realm’s Fire Phoenix against the Dragon Race.

In the end, the Dragon Races of the two realms became leaders of their respective races due to their numbers and overall clan advantages, but no one forgets this history. In many matters, as the Clan Leader of the Fire Phoenix Race, Phoenix acts with caution. Publicly supporting Celt’s decision today would inevitably lead to accusations of failing to rescue, kicking someone when they’re down, and covertly plotting against the Dragon King.

"Hmm! Ahem!" Phoenix, an old fox who had experienced various storms, quickly found a scapegoat after hearing the issue. He coughed dryly before speaking: "Shouldn’t we contact the Daoist Realm race now?"

Upon hearing this, the two sides who had been arguing just moments ago looked at each other in silence. After a moment, Hydra hesitated before saying: "Phoenix Lord, this matter is our clan’s own business, there’s no need to inform the Daoist Realm race, right!"

"That’s certainly true, but now, since both races jointly govern the Dragon Realm, today’s major incident here has already alerted the Daoist Realm race. If we mobilize a large number of clan members for battle without notifying the other side, it will cause misunderstandings!" Without requiring Phoenix to refute, Andrea, the Fairy Dragon Race’s Clan Leader, opened her mouth.

"But do you know what it means if we notify the Daoist Realm race about this matter now?" Someone within the Dragon Race objected again, causing the hall to fall into silence once more.

The two races jointly govern the Dragon Realm, and the position of Dragon King alternates every eight hundred years between the clan leaders. The current Dragon King Zhuo Geng has only governed the Dragon Realm for less than three hundred years. If something suddenly happens to him now, it means the Dragon Realm will be without leadership. According to regulations, the position of Dragon King will revert to the Daoist Realm race’s Clan Leader. All Magic Realm races present definitely don’t want to see this happen decided.

"We should be decisive. Before the Daoist Race reacts, mobilize personnel quickly to rescue His Majesty the Dragon King first. Whatever happens can be addressed later once His Majesty returns and stabilizes the situation." Someone murmured a suggestion amidst the crowd.

"But if indeed something goes wrong again, falling into a trap, affecting the safety of the entire Dragon Realm, when the Ancestral God returns, all of these issues will be initiated by us, and the responsibility will also be taken by our race."

"Ultimately, it’s because His Majesty the Dragon King was too reckless. Why didn’t he discuss this matter with the clan beforehand, there’s absolutely no need to put himself in danger and place our entire clan in such a passive situation." Finally, dissatisfaction was voiced concerning Zhuo Geng’s actions.

"What’s the point of saying this now! The urgent thing is to solve the current issue."

As the new debate rose again, Phoenix realized that this continued situation wasn’t beneficial. He turned his gaze to Salafam, who had been sitting quietly at the center of the conference since the opening. In terms of identity, he was the Young Clan Leader, and in terms of bloodline, the captive person involved was his father. This matter must ask his opinion no matter what.

"Salafam, what do you think of this situation?"

Facing the scene where the focus converged on himself after Phoenix posed this question, Salafam slowly stood up from his seat. Within a brief day, he had experienced dramatic highs and lows. With his father’s life exchanged for life to survive, the sheltering aura of his father was lost. He saw the worldly coldness. He hated himself for being powerless and hated this group of people for being procrastinating. Yet, he was still confused. Emotions told him to rescue his father, but reason told him this was a series of traps set by the opposition. This fraught, contradictory mindset repeatedly tortured his nerves, leaving him unsure of what choice he should make.

If it were his father, what would he do?

Father, Father, Father....

"Father said, the Daoist Realm race’s Clan Leader Long Taichu, whether in terms of demeanor or judgment, he has his trust." After a long time, Salafam squeezed this sentence from between his teeth. This was the last message left to him by his father before departure. He thought father must have foreseen the possible changes within the clan after his capture and left the final guidance to point the way.

As these words were uttered, there was no further objection in the entire gathering.

"Did your father really say this to me?" Inside the Daoist Realm race’s Dragon Palace, Long Taichu sat on the dragon chair, looking at Salafam, who was surrounded by the Magic Realm Clan Leaders, including Celt of the Red Dragon Race and Phoenix of the Fire Phoenix Race, requesting a meeting with him. After hearing Salafam’s account of today’s series of events, Long Taichu asked.

"Yes, this is the last sentence my father gave to me." Salafam lowered his head and replied firmly.

"Ah!" Hearing this, Long Taichu sighed heavily, while the Daoist Realm race’s members in the hall were inwardly elated but outwardly displayed solemn and heavy expressions. Even when the Magic Realm’s Dragon Palace was in chaos, people were already sent to investigate. Although the Magic Realm races guarded the news strictly, there were Daoist Realm patrolling personnel who saw Dragon King Zhuo Geng take his people out of the Dragon Realm, connecting this to the current situation making it not hard to infer that the Dragon King had an issue.

People mostly speculated that the Dragon King was attacked and heavily injured, not expecting the problem to be even more severe—being captured alive. No matter how this matter is resolved in the end, it will be a shame hard to wash off for the Magic Realm races.

"Do you know what it means to find me at this time?" Long Taichu didn’t immediately express his opinion. Instead, he scanned each person present with his gaze and spoke solemnly.

"Long Taichu Lord, precisely because we understand what the regulation means, we came here to report this matter to you."