Inside the inner chambers of Celestia Royal Palace, Aurelius listened to Yuliana’s report. The jade cup in his hand quivered. “Golden Dragon Bloodline? I took him for a talented wanderer, never one so deeply born.”

“Your Highness,” Yuliana replied, bowing low, “his lineage is exalted, yet his strength impresses even more. Commander Drake fought in full Dragon Transformation, yet Jared shattered him with chaotic energy. I suspect Jared already skirts Top Level Earthly Immortal Realm Level Nine, perhaps brushing the Human Immortal Realm threshold.”

Aurelius sprang to his feet and paced beneath the lantern light, excitement flashing across his stern features. “Heaven favors our realm. With Jared beside us, the bell will return, and the demonic soul threat will break.’ He halted, solemn once more. “Yuliana, summon Mr. Chance at once. I must speak with him in person. Also, issue an order to seal the news of his Golden Dragon Bloodline. Brief only the highest circle. We sit between foreign threat and inner strife. Loose words might draw predators, especially from the Celestial Palace and the prime minister.”

“Your will, Your Highness.” Yuliana withdrew with swift, noiseless steps.

Moments later, she returned, Jared at her side, their footfalls echoing along marble corridors toward the throne hall.

Aurelius rose to greet him, respect sharpening his voice. “Mr. Chance, I did not know you carried the golden dragon within you. Forgive any earlier discourtesy.”

“Your Majesty is too kind,” Jared answered, hands clasped in formal salute. “Bloodline is but a gift at birth. True strength is carved afterward, one hardship at a time.”