Nearby, the West Sea Tribe General was sweating profusely. As he knelt on the beast's back, he did not dare to move. The Yongle Tribe General also retreated a few steps and lowered his head to await orders.
Ye Qingtang still could not completely adapt to this sudden change. She did not know what the big yellow dog did but she was certain of one thing. The West Sea Tribe General was scared out of his wits and the Yongle Tribe General seemed to have complete faith in her identity.
"Ancestor Qing, how should we deal with the West Sea Tribe?" The Yongle Tribe General asked after a long while.
Ye Qingtang pondered for a moment before replying, "West Sea Tribe General."
"Ancestor, I await your orders…"
The West Sea Tribe General's body trembled as he immediately responded.
