The Fission of the Three Jie of Muye

Even Wudishilang was stunned.

He saw that Guen was still quite relaxed. Although they couldn't be called deeply close, their group—often referred to by outsiders as the "Red Lake Barbecue Club"—naturally formed a faction. Whether the bond was deep or not, they were certainly familiar with one another.

But Wuchou...

The Snake Person, whose entire body looked like it had been twisted and haphazardly reassembled like a pretzel, possessed extremely high talent. In their batch of the Genius Tournament, only Guen and two others could firmly surpass him in terms of raw potential.

Wuchou, however, only looked at Wudishilang with a hint of surprise. His expression was even more gloomy than it had been back then, yet his posture was extremely humble. He looked at Guen with great sincerity, clearly understanding Guen far better than Wudishilang did: "I have a favor to ask."

"Do you also have friends or family trapped in the Tianfeng Domain?" Guen questioned. Just the act of asking caused Wuchou to involuntarily shrink back.

"Guen, you should know that the Ape-man race was once sold to the far reaches of the galaxy and treated like slaves. The conspirators behind that are the same reason I am visiting you today," Wuchou quickly glanced at Guen's expression and added hurriedly, "I don't know the deeper masterminds, but I know which high-ranking members of the Ape-man Temple were involved."

Guen sneered: "Don't tell me it's your third brother... is it really Kan?"

Seeing Wuchou's affirmative expression, Guen fell into deep thought. Back then, Kan seemed to have strong opinions about the Ape-man race, yet he later joined the Ape-man Temple. Now, it seemed his schemes ran deep.

"Because of their numbers, the Mo Ape Race has elite members, but neither their population nor their top powerhouses are enough to