Riley slowly swept his gaze across Supreme Dragon Haven, committing every towering pavilion and winding street to memory.
He extended his beast sense, letting it ripple outward like an invisible tide, probing the land in search of the presence he sought.
For a brief moment, faint impressions returned to him—lingering auras, traces of powerful bloodlines, echoes of ancient beasts that had once ruled this place.
Yet none of them were what he was looking for.
The limitation frustrated him, though he had long since learned to suppress such emotions.
Even at the peak of power within this realm, his perception remained bound by the nature of his existence.
His divine beast sense was formidable by worldly standards, capable of overwhelming lesser beings and discerning danger from miles away, but it was still far inferior to the senses of true cultivators.
