Gray Mist Origin

Everyone in the Ancestral Palace of the Six-Eared Macaque Race was startled.

"Where did that huge black dog come from? How dare it attack the Six-Eared Macaque Race?"

"Could it be someone from the Heavenly Dog Race?"

"Something's not right. The Heavenly Dog Race is our ally. Why would they come here to cause trouble?"

Everyone discussed it among themselves, baffled.

"This is a minor matter. Xianduan, go take care of it."

Lu Quanmei spoke calmly, not taking it to heart.

After all, this alliance gathering involved far too many races. A few minor clashes were perfectly normal and not worth fretting over.

At his side, Lu Xianduan, a Venerable of the Six-Eared Macaque Race, immediately bowed and said:

"Rest assured, Sub-Emperor. I'll make sure that huge black dog never leaves alive—not even a corpse will remain!"

His words brimmed with murderous intent!

Ao Wushuang, hearing this, grew even more frightened.

Why were they jumping straight to a fight? Couldn't they just talk things out?!

This was bad. This was really bad!

After Lu Xianduan left, Ao Wushuang hurried forward and said:

"Venerables, please continue discussing the alliance. I'll go prepare a map first."

"Once we have a map, we'll be able to march in."

The Venerables nodded at his words.

"Little Ao, don't overwork yourself. Remember to get some rest, all right?"

"If you need anything, just let us know."

Peng Laisong and the other powerful figures spoke with smiles, gazing at Ao Wushuang with nothing but approval in their eyes.

Ao Wushuang silently withdrew from the hall.

He left Flower Fruit Mountain and bolted!

"Damn it, that huge black dog is here, which means the Small Mountain Village has arrived too... Sure enough, this is one wicked place. I'd better back off for now and see how things