Seven Star Island: The Deadly Earth Fire Temperature

"Fellow Daoist Green-Eyed, you and I have known each other for ten thousand years now, haven't we?" the Poison Flood Dragon King suddenly said, seemingly out of nowhere.

"That's right." The Green-Eyed Patriarch nodded, a flicker of surprise and suspicion crossing his face. He did not understand what the other party meant by suddenly saying such a thing.

"In that case, why must you keep testing me with your words? Could it be that you are truly content to watch the Snow Fox Clan become the sole power?" the Poison Flood Dragon King said, his voice filled with anger.

The Green-Eyed Patriarch finally fell silent as well, for the time it took to drink a full cup of tea.

"Very well. Straight talk between clear-eyed men—what exactly does Brother Poison Flood Dragon intend?"

"Hmph. Originally, on Demon Spirit Island, you, I, and the Snow Fox King always stood like the three legs of a cauldron. But now that little girl with the three tails has appeared. Do you think, a few hundred years from now, you and I will still be as carefree as we are today?"

The Green-Eyed Patriarch remained silent. The Poison Flood Dragon King cursed inwardly, Old slippery fox, then continued, "Now that the little princess has gone missing, for you and me, this is a once-in-a-thousand-years chance. If we can take the opportunity to make her..."

"Brother Flood Dragon's plan is sound, but aren't you afraid the Snow Fox Clan will take revenge afterward?"

"Revenge? Hmph. Naturally, we will do this in secret. As long as there is no evidence, what can the Snow Fox King do? After all, our forces are evenly matched. Rashly making enemies benefits no one. Well, Brother Green-Eyed, are you interested in joining hands with me?" the Poison Flood Dragon King