Dyon immediately understood this. With how close he was to the ancestor, as long as the ancestor dared to investigate Dyon closely, he would realize that Dyon's aura was merely shrouded in the Dragon King's scent.
Before this, the ancestor hadn't been suspicious enough or bold enough to do such a thing. After all, how could he risk offending the Dragon King? Using your senses to scan an expert was a major taboo, everyone knew this, even Dyon. He learned this the moment he became the celestial deer sect successor.
"Dy –" King Belmont attempted to step forward to understand exactly what was happening. But, Dyon cut him off.
"You all have a lot of nerve."
The brows in the sky furrowed in confusion while the ancestor watched this silently, the last whispers of his life still going strong.
