Zhou Dekun looked up and then frowned. "It's getting dark, Meng Hao…. Enough chit-chat. You've gotten yourself into some big trouble here. The great Cloud Sky Tribe dispatched their Battle Tribe to wipe you out because of the incident with the Five Poisons Tribe that year, and also your Demon Spirit."
When he heard the words "great Cloud Sky Tribe," it caused a cold glow to suddenly appear in Meng Hao's eyes. He said nothing.
"Thankfully, I happen to be the leader of this group, so you don't have to worry. I won't let anything happen to my Junior Brother." He slapped his chest vigorously. Zhou Dekun was not young, but because of the twists and turns of life, he had lived quite comfortably, and actually looked much younger than he was.
"How many concubines do you have now?" laughed Meng Hao.
