Bai Yujun knew at a glance which Ancient Desolate Beast had taken the lead in stirring up trouble.
At full strength, its cultivation was nearly equal to an Immortal Lord's.
Even after shrinking itself, it still carried a savage aura. It resembled a slimmed-down lizard, bearing traits of both insect and beast. Its entire body was covered in scales and bony spikes; its gray scales gave off no sheen. Its forelimbs were long, its hind legs powerful, and its hideous long jaws were packed with fine, dense teeth.
Its eyes were narrow and pitch-black.
It had six pointed ears, three on each side arranged from front to back, capable of opening and folding away.
Bai Yujun observed its past and found that she had indeed guessed correctly. It was a brutal, bloodthirsty fiend. Awakened from its slumber by the noise, it had flown into a foul temper and hunted down and devoured every offender who approached it of their own accord. After that, the more it killed, the more it killed.
Looking at the thirty-two Ancient Desolate Fierce Beasts, she was pleased that they were willing to submit, yet troubled over how to arrange them. They were accustomed to chaos and slaughter, making it difficult for them to coexist with other living beings.
The great hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. Old Dragon Qingbing marveled that even these fierce beasts could have quiet moments.
The thirty-two vicious creatures secretly glanced at the Dragon Girl upon the high platform: the dragon throne, the imperial seat, her imposing palace robes, and that somewhat familiar face. They vaguely felt that they had seen this scene before.
A certain Bai was thinking.
Her slender fingers tapped the desk now and then.
Rong Ru emerged from behind the golden jade