"Well, isn't this lively?" Zhang Menglong walked into the beast city's bustling atmosphere, filled with festive cheer, as if the little beasts were busy celebrating the new year.
"Who are you?" Just as Zhang Menglong stepped through the fortress-like gate, a few beasts stopped him, saying, "Why have I never seen you before?"
"I'm the Cave Master from nearby. I heard your tribe's Lei Ta is getting married today, so I came to ask for a cup of celebratory wine!"
"Cave Master? Loose Cultivator, right?" The little beast immediately understood Zhang Menglong's background. Although this large tribe with muscular bellies was alone, leaving only small tribes, there were also some loners who occupied a mountain or a cave and declared themselves kings, not participating in other races' struggles.
Generally, the strength of these Loose Cultivators is exceptionally strong!
"No idea where this Loose Cultivator came from, dare to attend our king's wedding?"
