the commander of ink dragon camp and the five elders of nether poison

after finishing his two-day meditation, bai wushang walked into a tent.

in a space of about 1000 square meters, a round bronze table engraved with retro patterns was fixed in the center, and a total of 30 high-back chairs were placed around it.

the ground was spotless, the table was shiny, and the people who took their seats one after another were all wearing armor and exuded a strong aura.

"you're the commander of the white dragon camp?"

a man with blade-like eyebrows was originally sleeping with his arms crossed and his head lowered.

after sensing bai wushang's arrival, he woke up and sized him up, a wisp of light blooming in his eyes.

"i heard that you're only at the initial stage of the human lord realm, but you've managed to nurture five to six legendary saint beasts ... is this true?"

"yes, is there a problem?"