Amid the roars of the wolves, the Imprisonment Prison completely fell...
Tossing Xueyi's remains carelessly into a corner, Hulure looked at Modu, who was kneeling on one knee before him, and questioned:
"How many times has Qingqiu rotated since the last hunt?"
"Dulan's whelp, tell me your name!"
In the center of the wolves, Modu placed a hand over his chest and said devoutly:
"Great Khan Hulure, enemy of the Foxians, hunter of all living beings."
"I am merely a humble strategist official in the Rhino Dog Hunting Pack, perhaps once among the most insignificant offspring born of your bloodline. My name is Modu."
"Since the last time you led our tribe to gallop across the starfield's hunting grounds, at least seven hundred years have passed."
"Seeing that you remain as cunning and astute as in the past, I am filled with boundless joy."
Hulure raised his head slightly, gazing up at this confined gloomy prison. "Seven hundred years..."
"Seven hundred years have passed, why has a whelp of Dulan grown into the likes of you?"
"Answer me, Modu, why have you grown into the appearance of our most despicable slaves and enemies—the Foxians?"
Modu replied helplessly:
"I was ordered to come and release you from this hateful prison."
"This is decreed by fate, and for this, I had to swallow the magic medicine, don the skin of base beasts, and use disguise to deal with their hypocrisy."
Listening to Modu's explanation, Hulure furrowed his brows slightly.
"Since you have a plan to escape, speak then. What must be done next to leave this boundless sky-ship?"
"I—" Before Modu could finish his words, a cold gleam suddenly darted toward them.
"..."
Hulure reached out in silence, the back of his hand effortlessly blocking Xueyi's attack.
"Such stubborn vitality."
"Pity... the