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Chapter 1385 Questions!
As Max stepped fully into the center before the leaders of the Black Dragon Palace, an unbearable pressure descended upon him without warning. It was as though the weight of the heavens had fallen directly onto his shoulders, crushing down with merciless force.
His breathing slowed, his blood felt heavier, and even his bones seemed to groan under the invisible oppression. In that instant, Max truly felt like an ant standing before ancient gods, his very existence on the verge of being erased by their mere presence.
Yet that sensation vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. A deep and ancient calm surged from within him, spreading through his body like a stabilizing tide. The title of Primordial resonated silently, anchoring his existence against the overwhelming authority pressing down on him. His spine straightened, his gaze steadied, and his heart returned to an even rhythm.
When the pressure faded, Max stood tall and composed, as if nothing extraordinary had occurred at all.
This scene did not go unnoticed. The seven family leaders seated at the front, along with the thirty six hall leaders and the many elders behind them, all narrowed their eyes slightly in disbelief. Even seasoned core disciples would struggle to remain composed under the unconscious pressure released in this hall, often breaking into cold sweat or instinctively bowing their heads.
Yet Max showed no sign of strain, no tremor in his stance, and no hint of fear in his eyes. The quiet confidence he displayed sent a ripple of surprise through the assembly.
"It is no wonder he was chosen by the sword of the Sword Sovereign," Matthew Grimes, the head of the Grimes Family, murmured softly, nodding in approval as his gaze lingered on Max.
At that moment, a middle aged man stepped forward from the front of the hall. His presence was calm and restrained, yet it carried a depth that far surpassed most of those present.
"Max Morgan," he said clearly, his voice echoing through the vast hall without effort. "I am Charley Waller, the Grand Elder of the Black Dragon Palace. Understand this clearly, the Black Dragon Palace and the Black Dragon Clan are not the same entity. I stand here as the Grand Elder of the Palace itself. You may address me as Elder Waller."
"Greetings, Elder Waller," Max replied respectfully, bowing his head without hesitation.
Grand Elder Waller nodded once before continuing. "You have been summoned to the main hall of the Black Dragon Palace today because you were able to take away the sword of the Sword Sovereign. This matter concerns not only our palace but the balance of forces within the Verdant Sky Realm."
He paused briefly, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "The leaders gathered here will ask you several questions. You need only answer them truthfully. Is this acceptable to you?"
"I have no objections," Max replied calmly.
"Very well," Grand Elder Waller said, turning slightly as his voice rose to address the entire hall. "Let the Black Dragon Court commence."
"Max Morgan, what trick did you use to make the sword agree to be taken away by you?" The first question was thrown with deliberate calm by a middle aged man seated among the seven family leaders. His posture was relaxed and his expression neutral, yet the sharp edge of sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss, as if he had already decided that Max's success must have come from deception rather than merit.
Max met his gaze without flinching, momentarily wondering why the hostility felt so direct, before Lady Virelia's voice echoed softly in his mind through a voice transmission. "That is Garry Heron, the leader of the Heron Family."
The moment he heard that name, understanding dawned.
Max smiled faintly, then turned his full attention back to the man questioning him. "I asked the sword whether it intended to remain there forever, buried in the Treasure Hall and gathering dust, or whether it wanted to follow me and cut through everything in this world. I told it that with me, it would not be an ornament admired from afar but a blade whose name alone would make enemies tremble. I called it Dragonheart, and it chose to come."
For a brief moment, silence swept across the hall. Garry Heron's eyes widened slightly before his composure cracked. "Are you mocking us?" he demanded, his voice rising despite himself. "Do you truly expect us to believe that such a sword yielded to mere words? If it were that simple, the Black Dragon Palace would not have failed for thousands of years."
Max shrugged lightly, his tone unbothered. "You asked me a question and I answered it honestly. If you find the answer unacceptable, that is not something I can change."
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner?" Garry shouted, anger finally spilling through his restraint as his aura stirred dangerously.
"Garry, that is enough." Matthew Grimes spoke calmly from his seat, a faint smile on his lips as he glanced in Garry's direction. "He answered your question directly and did nothing beyond that. There is no need to complicate matters."
Garry Heron glared at Matthew for several seconds, his jaw tightening, before he snorted coldly and leaned back into his seat, choosing silence over further confrontation.
A soft cough echoed through the hall as another leader stepped forward. "I am Henry Lumin, head of the Lumin Family," the middle aged man said, his tone far more measured. "I am curious about something else. Among countless weapons within the Treasure Hall, why did you choose that particular sword? Was there something special that drew you to it?"
Max inclined his head slightly. "Elder Soren of the Treasure Hall explained to me that the higher a weapon was placed, the higher its quality would be. Understanding this, I simply aimed for the highest weapon present. There was no other hidden reason."
Henry Lumin nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I see. That explanation is reasonable."
Another figure spoke next, his voice deep and direct. "I am Victor Veron, head of the Veron Family." His eyes locked onto Max with sharp intensity. "Tell me this plainly. Will you ever turn your sword against the Black Dragon Palace or the Black Dragon Clan?"
The bluntness of the question caused a subtle stir among the elders. Max paused for a brief moment, then answered with calm certainty. "I have no reason to oppose the Black Dragon Clan. I am a mortal who was accepted as a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace, and for that I hold gratitude, not resentment. I do not see a future where I would ever raise my sword against the Black Dragon Palace."
Victor Veron studied him in silence for a heartbeat, then nodded once in approval. "Very well."