Zhang Lie responded to a different question entirely. "I guard the alcohol tribe."

The beast tribe's chieftain's eyes glinted with murderous light. "And you aren't afraid of my beast tribe?"

"Sir, you're a clever man. Why stay with the alcohol tribe?" asked the chieftain's eldest son, riding on a toad.

Zhang Lie began to laugh. "And why not? Why should I listen to the likes of you—a mongrel, trash worse than a mongrel, and the son of that trash?"

The beast tribe's chieftain was unable to rein in his anger any longer. "Attack!"

Zhang Lie's lips curled up as he snapped his fingers. White, Whiter, and Red Comet rushed out into the beast horde. 

Red Comet darted straight at the snakewolf, zipping around it and inflicting wounds all over its body before...