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Leaving the Library Pavilion, Ao Bing headed straight to the Council Hall. The elders had already gathered, engaged in animated discussions. As Ao Bing surveyed the room, he noticed that the elders from Ao Lie's faction occupied most of the seats, while those who usually supported him remained unusually silent.
"Silence!" Ao Bing announced loudly as he took his seat at the head of the table. "The emergency meeting begins now! In three days, the Li Yang Sect will hold a ceremony to awaken Lady Shiji on Flame Island. If successful, the Dragon Tribe will face annihilation. I propose we immediately organize an elite force to go to Flame Island and stop the ceremony."
As soon as he finished speaking, an elder from Ao Lie's faction immediately voiced his opposition.
"Your Highness, with all due respect," an elder with white hair stood up, "we know too little about the Li Yang Sect. Acting rashly would be tantamount to seeking our own destruction. Moreover, our Dragon King is still severely injured. If we mobilize our forces now, the Dragon Palace will be left vulnerable—what if it’s a trap?"
"Indeed!" another elder chimed in. "In my opinion, we should first send a small team for reconnaissance and confirm the information before deciding on a course of action."
Ao Bing calmly countered, "The ceremony is in three days; we do not have time for further reconnaissance. Once Lady Shiji is revived, given the Li Yang Sect's hatred for the Dragon Tribe, they will surely seek to exterminate us. Do you all prefer to sit idly by and wait for our doom?"
The Council Hall erupted in heated debate, but Ao Bing could clearly see that most of the elders were inclined to remain passive and observe the situation. This filled him with a sense of anger and helplessness.
"It seems you have made your decision," Ao Bing stood up, his voice tinged with barely concealed disappointment. "But as the Dragon Prince, I cannot stand by and watch my kin fall into danger. In three days, I will personally lead an elite force to Flame Island to thwart the Li Yang Sect's plot. Those willing to join me, gather at the East Gate tomorrow at dawn."
With that, Ao Bing turned and left, leaving behind a hall full of murmurs.
Back in his chamber, Ao Bing dismissed all his attendants and stood alone by the window, gazing at the faint glimmers in the deep sea. That was the boundary barrier of the Dragon Palace, once as solid as iron but now weakened due to the theft of the Sea Stabilizing Needle.
Ao Bing took out a red talisman connected to Nezha and gently stroked it. He could feel Nezha's presence and strength; that unwavering warmth brought him great comfort. Yet he also knew that the decisions he would soon have to make could forever alter their relationship.
"Nezha..." Ao Bing whispered as if hoping his words would reach him. "If one day I must sacrifice everything for the Dragon Tribe, will you understand?"
There was no response—only the faint warmth from the talisman, like silent support.
Ao Bing tucked away the talisman and spread out the scroll titled "Dragon Soul Return to Origin" that he had brought back from the Library Pavilion on his desk. He studied its complex formations and incantations over and over again, his resolve growing stronger with each reading.
The next morning, only a handful of Dragon Warriors gathered outside the East Gate. Ao Bing looked around; these were all loyal old subordinates of his father—faithful warriors of the Dragon Tribe. Seeing them filled him with both gratitude and guilt—they had no idea what dangers lay ahead.
Ao Run, serving as captain of the guard, knelt before him on one knee. "Your Highness, all members of the guard are present and ready for your orders."
Ao Bing helped Ao Run to his feet. "Rise, old friend. This mission is exceptionally perilous; I do not wish to force anyone to accompany me. If anyone decides to stay behind, I will not hold it against them."
Not a single warrior hesitated; they responded in unison: "We vow to follow you to death, Your Highness!"
This scene choked Ao Bing up. He took a deep breath and formally issued his command: "Set off! Destination: Western Sea Flame Island!"
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