Fang Yun pondered the Dragon-Slaying Saber Fragment, put away the Primordial Stone House, and looked around.
He saw Lang Liao draped in silver fur, with tens of thousands of saints from various races hanging from it.
Like ornaments on Lang Liao's body.
They raised their heads and looked at Fang Yun with resentful eyes.
They truly did not dare look at him with anger or hatred. No one would dare, hanging from a Saint Ancestor's body.
Fang Yun smiled faintly. "Not bad. Once we reach Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain, perform well, and you may yet live. But if you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me. You all know more or less what happened to the saints and ancestor incarnations of every race that died in the Eternal Battlefield."
"Respected... Saint Ancestor Fang Yun, our Bitter Bamboo Clans have never been your enemy, nor have we ever joined in hunting you down. Our clan's Saint Ancestor fell long ago, and we will not become your enemy. Why must you make things difficult for us?"
The speaker was a giant insect resembling a mantis. Every part of its body was divided into segments like bamboo joints. Its true body stretched fifty thousand zhang long, but the wolf fur had shrunk it to a mere hundred zhang.
Fang Yun smiled. "Your clan has no Saint Ancestor now, but it had one back then."
"This... Are you bullying us because we have no Saint Ancestor? You do not seem like that sort of person." The Bitter Bamboo Great Sage helplessly tried to flatter him.
"No, I am bullying you because you once had a Saint Ancestor. I do not capture clans that never had one."
"Then why...?"
"You will find out when the time comes."
Fang Yun looked at