Above the waters of Western Hong,
Several majestic figures were engaged in a relentless dispute.
"I won't go back!"
"Even if the power of the Dragon Palace is great, can it extend its reach to my affairs on land?"
An Tuxiao, fierce and turning back sharply as a young prodigy of the Frost Tiger Clan, felt utterly humiliated in front of so many forces in Western Hong. How could he ever hold his head high again?
"Just consider it a favor for the Dragon Consort's sake, spare him this once." Several elder demons of his clan, as if coaxing a child, gave him a way out.
"I know you are afraid because his background is profound and unfathomable... but we have killed cultivators with strong backgrounds before! Especially those who act mysterious and think they are above others, those who like to hide their identities." An Tuxiao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Shut up!" The elder demons' faces twitched, and they looked around apprehensively.
