The incense shadow saw the situation, face furious, and suddenly rose into the sky, "The creatures of Bailong River, you've crossed the line, what do you intend to do?"
The leader of the "people" did not even move, his cold, sharp little eyes staring at the incense figure, the gills on his face opened wide, and his voice became sharp and high-pitched,
"My Old Dragon King's six hundredth birthday, the Mountain Gods and Land Gods of the nearby Thirteen Caves and Twenty-seven Mountains, all the Cave Masters, big and small, must come and pay respect. You little Wu Luo Mountain God dare to disrespect, we'll take you."
