"Who exactly is trying to trouble my Dragon Clan, which keeps to itself in a remote corner?" A man in his thirties stepped through the void, walking towards them step by step from the distant sky, followed by a group of Dragon Clan experts.
Zhuge Fatty sneered quietly, "Even the lackeys dare to forcibly snatch beauties and occupy other people's Fighting Beast Palace, still acting like victims. It's truly disgusting."
"Eeeya eeeya..."
The little beast Keke flew up into the sky huffily, staring with round eyes at the middle-aged man who was approaching.
Dragon Teng's expression became stern as he noticed the snow-white little beast, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
"Little fellow, come back to the Southern Wilderness with me. No matter what, you have cultivated our clan's divine skills. Even though there have been some misunderstandings, we are no longer outsiders."
