"What? Our agents inside the human race haven't sent word for some time!"
In the spacious hall of an enormous mountain cave at a Dragon Race outpost, an earth-shaking roar rang out. The Dragon Marshal, a gigantic red dragon, was speaking to a Dragon Race cultivator, seething with fury...
Rumble!
Crash! Amid the tremendous shaking, countless rocks came tumbling down...
"Yes, Lord Dragon Marshal!" The cultivator felt as though his entire body had nearly been shaken apart. He answered fearfully, "This happens quite often. They've probably gone off on missions!"
"Tch! Of all times!" The red dragon smacked his lips in vexation and spoke in a low voice.
"Indeed! Those are the Human Race Alliance's rules. There's nothing we can do!" the Dragon Race cultivator hastily replied, sounding rather as though he was trying to shirk responsibility.
"Hmph! Send word to our agents among the humans. For any information about the Special Group, especially that Li Xiaoya, we'll double the reward. If they have detailed, accurate information about the Special Group's movements, we'll double it again!" The Dragon Marshal lowered his head in thought, then snorted and spoke gravely, as though he had made up his mind.
"Yes, Lord Dragon Marshal!" Surprise crossed the Dragon Race cultivator's face, along with a trace of eager temptation. He hurriedly answered respectfully...
"Go!"
"Yes!"
Watching the Dragon Race cultivator depart, the Dragon Marshal cursed in a low voice, "Useless wretch... Li Xiaoya! This time, I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!!!"
"...!"
Somewhere in the void, an unknown distance away...
"Hm?" Li Xiaoya and the others were flying through the void when his expression suddenly shifted, a trace of surprise appearing on his face...
"What's wrong, senior brother? Is someone coming?" Dong Santong hurriedly asked Li Xiaoya when he saw