Aiden's spiritual sense pulled back like a tide. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
"The underground treasury."
He spoke in a low voice.
Just now, through his soul sense, he had detected two rotten and crazed auras moving quickly deep beneath the palace.
They were Felix and Henry.
"They had a chance to live, but they chose the road to death."
Aiden sneered.
Those two old foxes had taken advantage of the chaos in the palace. They were trying to steal the Great Shaw Empire's national treasure—the Realm-Protector Dragon Pearl!
Buzz—!
The void trembled slightly. Silver-white power of space instantly wrapped around Aiden.
The next second, his body vanished from where he stood.
…
Deep underground beneath the Great Shaw Empire's palace.
There was a massive treasury built from ten-thousand-year black iron.
At the center of the treasury, a golden Dragon Pearl the size of a grown man's head floated in midair. It gave off a vast and majestic Draconic Pressure.
