What Kind?

Dyon's words froze Elder Aarush in place. He had spoken in the heat of the moment, but he knew just how true Dyon's words were. The Flaming Lily Sect had been an eyesore for them for millions of years already, yet they hadn't gotten rid of them yet. There had to be a reason for this. Could he really take responsibility for declaring war? Of course not!

"If you'd like the key, it's not impossible for you to get it back." Dyon suddenly said with a smile, his oppressive aura disappearing like the wind.

Elder Aarush narrowed his eyes, but he was forced to answer. "How?"

"Simple. Find someone below the 7th celestial stage capable of defeating my wife and you can have the key."

Elder Aarush's jaw clenched, but he could say nothing. God Goldeen was their best talent, yet he was of the 8th Order. Their Golden Crow Bloodline had grown too thin in recent years. While their inner disciples were promising, they were all 7th Order geniuses… They didn't have anyone capable!