At the defensive line on the edge of the asteroid belt, Mr. Wo Shen, frantic with anxiety, asked his adjutant for the third time, "How is it? What's happening over there now?"
Upon hearing that his disciple was in danger, Mr. Wo Shen had fallen into a state of agitation. If not for the vast distance between the two places, and the fact that traveling by his own escape light would take one or two days—far too late to save anyone—he would have already turned back for Tian Nan.
Mr. Wo Shen's adjutant, Lang Zongda, kept a constant eye on communications. Yet there was still no news from Tian Nan.
Just as Mr. Wo Shen's patience was about to be worn away for the fourth time, Lang Zongda finally cried out, "Mr. Zhan, there's news from Tian Nan!"
"How is it? Is anyone dead?" Mr. Wo Shen asked urgently.
Lang Zongda gave a faint, bitter smile. "They're still alive. Although Ai Qinglan was poisoned, it isn't serious. The Dragon Clan cultivator said it can be cured soon. Chen Feng, a disciple of Yangshen Pavilion, fell unconscious due to the backlash triggered by the Ant Clan. He has entered the Ant Clan's sea of consciousness. It's hard to say whether this will affect his mind."
"As long as they're alive, there's hope." Zhan Wo Shen let out a breath, then cursed, "Those Dragon Clan bastards... they never treated us as people at all!"
"Of course they treat us as people. In their eyes, beings like us are what count as 'people.'" At that moment, Tianze Shenjun's projection emerged. "They simply haven't treated us as dragons yet."
"Senior..." Even in the midst of his fury, Zhan Wo Shen quickly calmed down. He bowed to Tianze Shenjun and said, "The Dragon Clan's conduct