"Was it you, this little demon, who was spying on me just now? And you're even thinking of dancing here! Truly a pair of lunatics. Eh? Wait, Wolf's Glance, you're that General Xuelang from the West Wilderness. The Great Ape King has eyes but fails to recognize your talent. Why not come serve my West Sea Demon Race?"
General Xuelang didn't make a sound, his gaze proud and aloof, not even sparing a glance at it. He continued to dance gracefully atop the tumultuous waves, as if a mysterious rhythm was hidden within his dancing.
At this moment, the night was as dark as ink, and his white clothes were whiter than snow.
The world was silent, but his heart was wild!
What's the big deal?
If he dies, it will die with him; if he's mad, it will be mad with him.
For this battle, it's willing to follow him unto death!
"Wait! You're..."
