Death to a Fellow Daoist, Not to Me

A hundred-zhang-long green snake coiled around a boulder flicked its scarlet tongue. "Fox Lord, that Human Race Governor is a supreme powerhouse on par with a Demon King of our Demon Race. Bear Lord was so overbearing, throwing him out just like that. Was that really wise?"

"Wise? He's made an enemy of him for good. The Human Race cares more about saving face than anything."

Three-tailed Fox Lord sighed.

An old ape with fur graying in patches scratched at its ears, panic in its eyes. "What are we to do? I've heard that Governor of the Human Race is terribly vindictive, and never lets a slight go unanswered. The Demon Race of Mist Mountain may be facing disaster."

The more it said, the more frantic it became.

"Shouldn't we run?"

"Run where?"

A burly black rhino with a single horn on its head rumbled, "Mist Mountain is our home. Every beautiful place beyond it already has a master. Who'd take in so many of us?"

"We can't just stay here and wait to die!"

The old ape spoke in a fretful voice.

"It's all that stupid bear Crimson Flame's fault! All brawn, no brains! If it wants to die, why drag the rest of us down with it?"

"What's the point of complaining now?"

The Green Snake Demon Lord turned to Three-tailed Fox Lord. "Fox Lord, you've always been the cleverest among us. What should we do in this situation? Come up with a plan. We'll all follow your lead!"

"That's right, Fox Lord. Make the call, and we'll follow you."

The other Demon Lords chimed in, looking to Three-tailed Fox Lord as their last lifeline.

After a long silence, Three-tailed Fox Lord finally spoke, its voice low. "Everyone, Bear Lord's arrogance has put the Demon Race of Mist