"The Divine Weapon of the Evil God isn't owned by our tribe, it's an object of sacrifice belonging to the Supreme Maya Evil God. With such minor cultivation as yours, you seek to snatch it; you're truly courting death."
The man in the Golden Mask turned his head to look around.
"Where is the Joyous God? When the ninety-nine gods of the Illusionary Light Tribe came here, I just happened to be out. It was indeed quite impolite not to meet them personally."
When he used the word "meet," his tone was cold, clearly not intending a real welcome.
"The Joyous God arrived early. Had it not been for my intervention to confront them, your evil god's weapon would have been snatched away long ago," said the huge rabbit from the Sand Rabbit Tribe, carrying the Wolf Fang Club nonchalantly, surrounded by a large group of grey and black-haired rabbits, all burly with fierce eyes, ready to intervene in the battle.
