"After the Black Bear Spirit is destroyed, you and I..." Great King Ten Thousand Lions's eyes filled with worry. "Will it be as Old Bear said?"
"What use is there in thinking about that now?" Great King Golden Eagle sneered. "From the day you and I entered Black Cloud Ridge, our fate today was already decided. We can only cross each bridge when we come to it! No matter what, we'll live longer than Black Bear!"
"Perhaps... we should also consider finding a powerful patron!" Great King Ten Thousand Lions seemed to be thinking further ahead as he spoke in a low voice.
Great King Golden Eagle gave a faint cold laugh. "We are the notorious demons of Black Cloud Ridge. Those Confucian cultivators... who would think highly of us? They probably fear they cannot avoid us quickly enough."
"Ah, difficult!" Great King Ten Thousand Lions shook his head, and a circle of dazzling radiance flashed from his white lion fur. He glanced at distant Black Wind Ridge, looking as though he were venting his anger upon it. "It's all that damned Black Bear's fault. Order the little ones—there has been no attack for days. Today, we'll stretch our limbs a little!"
"Why attack?" Great King Golden Eagle laughed. "Those people merely wanted us to surround Black Wind Ridge. They never said we had to capture it. Why should we work so hard?"
"Forget it. We've surrounded them for many days. Even if Black Bear has some provisions, they should be exhausted by now. Let's wait for them to rush out..." Hearing this, Great King Ten Thousand Lions pondered briefly and nodded slightly. But then Great King Golden Eagle smiled again and asked, "If the Black Bear Spirit and his lot rush out, what should we do? Black Bear's subordinates..."