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Yuntong Dragon Palace.
The main hall.
Strings and bamboo flutes played in harmony, while the dance and music floated through the air.
Ao Xuan sat in the seat of honor, shaking his head and savoring spiritual wine, laughing loudly from time to time.
Seated to his right, Monk Hong Yun asked, "What makes the king laugh so heartily?"
"I laugh at the Green Cloud Mountain God, who, despite being a Nascent Soul ancestor, is such a timid and fearful creature."
Ao Xuan said, "Three years have passed, and he has not even cleaned up the wild gods of Qingyun Mountain, much less dared to step half a foot outside his temple, causing me undue concern."
Seated to his right, the wolf demon said enviously, "We once sat at the same table with that mountain god, never imagining that in a blink of an eye, he would become our superior."
The two Golden Core Demon Kings in the hall became interested when they heard this and asked for more details.
