A Soul Saint—this was only the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
How had a Soul Saint appeared? The old woman's heart immediately sank.
She knew she probably would not be able to settle this peacefully today.
"Is there something you need?"
Zhao Wuji glanced at the old woman, his gaze falling on the snake-headed cane in her hand, and he could not help thinking of someone.
His voice was not particularly harsh.
It even sounded somewhat gentle, which surprised Dai Mubai, who knew him well.
The Immovable Bright King had never shown a pleasant face to anyone weaker than himself.
Especially when the other party was clearly after the thousand-year Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.
The old woman coughed, softening her facial expression.
"Hello, esteemed Soul Saint. You cannot give this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent to that child."
Zhao Wuji held the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent by the neck with one hand and signaled Oscar with his eyes to wait. Then he turned to the old woman. "Why?"
The old woman seemed to have recovered some of her composure by now.
"Because we discovered this serpent first and were the first to begin hunting it. Otherwise, why would we have tracked it all the way here?"
As soon as she said that, Zhao Wuji knew this matter would not be easily resolved.
If not for Yun Feng, Oscar might have absorbed it already.
There would not have been so much trouble.
He just had to throw it, and then he just had to speak up and stop them!
That was what had caused all this extra trouble.
But now was not the time to talk about that. Just as Zhao Wuji was about to say something, Oscar stepped forward directly.
"How can you prove that you were the first to hunt it?