"Old Monster, you still like playing these mysterious tricks..." Elder Hun Mo looked at the Pill Tower Ancestor sitting lazily on the Green Ox, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Yet as he spoke, a trace of unconcealable wariness appeared in Elder Hun Mo's originally calm, unruffled eyes.
As one of the older-generation experts of the Hun Clan, he knew better than anyone present just how terrifying this seemingly tender young boy before him truly was.
Inside that small body of his was power enough to make the entire continent tremble.
"If the Hun Clan acted according to the rules, I would have spared myself the trouble of appearing..."
On the Green Ox, the Pill Tower Ancestor lazily stretched, looking for all the world like a sleepy child.
His eyes, clear as a mountain stream, were smiling as they looked at Elder Hun Mo. That smile was pure and flawless, but when it fell into Elder Hun Mo's eyes, it made a faint chill rise in his heart.
Then the Pill Tower Ancestor smiled faintly, his exceptionally clear eyes turning toward Elder Hun Mo as he said with a smile, "These rules were agreed upon again not long ago after the other clans put pressure on your Hun Clan. How long has it been since then? Yet your Hun Clan has actually sent you out again. I wonder what exactly your Hun Clan means by this? Could it be that you truly no longer place the other clans in your eyes?"
The Pill Tower Ancestor's voice was light and airy, like a spring breeze brushing one's face, but the questioning meaning within his words was heard clearly by everyone present.
That agreement had been set down again by the great Ancient Races not long ago,