"Hmph, a rabble that can't be shown on stage."
The white-robed figure looked at the panicked Flower Raccoon demons with disdain.
If it weren't for the need to use them this time, the two would not have to crawl through this smelly cave and speak kindly to these demons.
The Flower Raccoon leader was, after all, in charge of the tribe. Calming down after a moment of panic, he suddenly turned to the two white-robed figures and asked tentatively.
"The person you two are here to kill is among these arriving martial artists?"
"Not too stupid, I suppose. Rest assured, this time we will help you repel the enemy," said the elderly white-robed figure.
The Flower Raccoon leader was overjoyed and quickly said, "As long as we can get through this crisis, my Flower Raccoon tribe will obey your orders."
"That's best," the white-robed figure said indifferently.
Outside in the lowland, Song Changming was leading the team forward.
