Lifting the stone pillar, Yan Zhaoge gazed at the Black Dragon Dread in the distant horizon and at the people who were gathering around him.
As he observed them, he sent sound transmissions via aura-qi to Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng, explaining the gist of the situation at hand.
"Those who can control the Black Dragon Dread must at least have the cultivation of a Martial Grandmaster," Ah Hu currently had on a grave expression, his usual laziness and slickness completely gone from his face, "The other party not directly making a move, they should be wary of the Martial Grandmasters of our clan stationed here, at the same time also wanting to contain us."
Feng Yunsheng gripped the hilt of her black sabre, "Relying fully on the power of the Black Dragon Dread, with that Martial Grandmaster not drawing near, he would also be unable to wield intricate control over it. Therefore, he would not have full confidence of achieving his goal."