To others, Mo Qi's goofy grin looked utterly foolish, but in Huangfu Jun's eyes, it was downright demonic.
He knew that whenever Mo Qi wore that expression, someone was about to suffer terribly.
"A lord from the Golden Roar Race has arrived, yet a lowly member of Black Cloud Village like you doesn't even kneel? This is clear contempt for the lord—a capital offense!" the Blood Jade Lion King sneered.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Mo Qi's smile vanished.
He had already learned about the Blood Jade Lion King from Huangfu Jun.
This remote mountain range, far from the Capital City, was controlled by two powers. One was Black Cloud Village, and the other was Lion King Ridge, established by the Blood Jade Lion King.
Evidently, Black Cloud Village and Lion King Ridge were hostile toward each other, competing for territory and resources.
Furthermore, Xiong Chumo's father and the Blood Jade Lion King had been mortal enemies, feuding for over a thousand years.
