"Here's what happened, Senior."
Half the Wolf Demon's face was swollen, and his tone was respectful. He even reached up to straighten his crooked ear again.
The twenty-odd Demon Race underlings behind him were even better behaved, like little children who had just started school.
He cleared his throat and began introducing himself. "This junior is Cang Lan, from Moonhowl Mountain in the Southern Region. These behind me are my clansmen and brothers. We were just... passing through."
"Passing through?"
Black Mountain covered his left eye and couldn't help muttering, "You beat people up when you're passing through? What's wrong with you Southern Region demons?"
The corners of Cang Lan's mouth twitched at that, but with Si Chen present, he could only force down his anger and explain, "Brother... Fatty, you suddenly came crashing down from the sky, and we didn't know you."
He pointed at the deep crater Black Mountain had made when he landed. "Hardly anyone comes to this border between the two regions. How were we supposed to know whether you'd set your sights on us?"
That was actually quite reasonable.
A black bear had fallen from the sky, making an enormous commotion, with that pretentiously human manner and that line, "Fellow Daoist, please wait."
The scene looked bizarre from every angle, as though it were insulting demons' intelligence. He was either a fool or had ulterior motives.
At the words "Brother Fatty," Black Mountain's bear eyes widened again.
Cang Lan hurried to finish. "Please judge fairly, Senior! When we Southern Region demons encounter an outsider demon, we generally give them a beating before anything else."
Then he hastily added an explanation for Si Chen. "Of course, we generally don't deal killing blows. We just teach them a lesson, so outsiders learn the rules and know who