"Tingdao, the Corpse Clan and the Qilin Clan have been plotting this for a long time. This isn't just a disaster for the Howling Dragon Mountain Region—it's a calamity for the entire secret realm's dragonkind. You needn't dwell too much on the losses at Howling Dragon Mountain. For now, just focus on leading your people to stay here in Sunset Gorge. The rest of us old fellows will discuss how to deal with the threat posed by the Corpse Clan and the Qilin Clan. Things are looking grim over at the Thirty-Six Altars of Tianmu, and all our dragon clans have suffered heavy losses. We have to find a way to change the situation, or who knows what other trouble will arise."
At that moment, an elderly dragon in resplendent golden robes was walking side by side with Wen Tingdao through the air. Each step carried them over a hundred li, as if they were strolling leisurely through a courtyard.
"You're right. We should have done this long ago. But when our seven clans split up, we accumulated some grudges. Though we've managed to maintain a general alliance, it's still far from enough to face the threat before us. If the seven clans don't act immediately, the calamity of annihilation may be upon us." Wen Tingdao couldn't help sighing as he spoke. Even if he dared to face any powerhouse from the Corpse Clan or the Qilin Clan, the tide of events could not be turned by one or two Golden Immortal-level dragons.
"Well said. By the way, how is that little girl Wen Yan doing?" asked the old man in golden robes, Muye Daofeng.
"She's doing all right. She's been working much harder at her cultivation than before, and she has good talent." Mentioning Wen Yan, whose situation had