We all sat in a row on the temporary sofas that had just been brought in. Vivian Maple walked over to the massive TV screen and began operating her laptop.
A scene flickered onto the screen—Dragon Plaza.
Nine red dots appeared on the display. Vivian Maple started connecting them one by one with cold blue lines.
"As you can see, this is why the negotiation will take place at Dragon Plaza."
As Vivian Maple spoke, she moved the mouse over the map. One by one, images of Dragon Plaza surfaced.
"It's the Dragon Plaza Binding Circle. For the Nine Daoist Gates, it's an overwhelming advantage—especially now, with the Nine Daoist Scions descending the mountain. Clearly, this negotiation is about far more than words."
After Vivian Maple finished, I stared in shock. At that moment, Noah Grimm stepped forward.
"Everyone, Dragon Plaza wasn't built in modern times. The nine Dragon Plaza Guardians were erected centuries ago by the Dao Sect. After the great purge of the Spirit Realm, I suspect their true purpose was to confront the Ghost Sovereign."
I was left speechless, staring at the map and the images beside it—the same ones I'd seen before in Netherhell Citadel.
"Damn."