"You old bat, putting on airs on my turf."
An ancient voice echoed through the valley. Li Zheng followed the direction of the sound and saw a pair of blood-patterned black wings spread wide with a thunderous roar, blocking out most of the mountainside.
"Haven't you stayed the same after all these years?" The Blood Queen looked at those black wings, sneering repeatedly.
The ancient voice paused for a long time before speaking again: "Forget it, after all these years, letting you have your way once won't change anything."
Whoosh!
The black wings withdrew, and an elder with a beard and hair reaching down to his knees flew from the mountain. Atop his head were two thick dragon horns, looking quite fierce.
But his appearance was gentle, with kind eyes and a benevolent forehead.
"I am here, will you come down with me?" The elder stopped before Mo Li and the others. More than a dozen robust men of the Black Dragon Race respectfully saluted and stood aside.
