Noticing the anomaly, Yang Kai turned his head to glance over.
There weren't many people—only four, one man and three women.
The man was unmistakably Yuan Wu, who was currently accompanying the three women, bowing and scraping with a look of utmost caution on his face.
The three women were all striking in appearance, especially the one leading them. She looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, but possessed a stunning, heavenly beauty and a graceful, voluptuous figure. She wore a pale green palace gown, and as she flew through the air, her long hair whipped in the wind and her skirts billowed around her, making for a truly captivating sight.
However, at this moment, this woman seemed to have encountered something highly unpleasant. Her expression was one of extreme anger, her face cold enough to frost over, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a sharp, unconstrained chill.
Compared to her, the two women behind her, while still quite attractive, seemed to lack something essential.
The four of them flew straight over toward Yang Kai's group, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly, wondering what these people wanted.
Lü Sanniang had clearly noticed them too. Her face went pale suddenly, and her delicate body began to tremble.
Lü Yuqin hurriedly moved closer to her, whispering anxiously, "Mother... what's wrong?"
Lü Sanniang shook her head, silent, but her expression grew even more uneasy.
Sensing something amiss, Yang Kai glanced at Lü Sanniang, then at the group of women, and a thought struck him. He asked in a low voice, "You know them?"
Lü Sanniang gave an almost imperceptible nod.
Understanding dawned on Yang Kai. According to what Lü Sanniang had previously told him, this was a spirit island inhabited by a dragon named Fuchi, and she had been captured and brought here by him, having lived on this island for the past several hundred years. Obviously, this island didn't just have Lü Sanniang; it held more of Fuchi's playthings.
The three women flying toward them now were clearly of that type. It wasn't strange for Lü Sanniang to recognize them—they had lived together for centuries, after all, so how could they still be strangers?
However, given the current situation, Lü Sanniang was obviously somewhat afraid of these women. Perhaps there was even some past enmity between them.
In a flash of thought, Yang Kai had pieced together most of the picture. He shifted his steps slightly, subtly positioning himself to shield Lü Sanniang from view.
He didn't know why the three women were coming over, but judging by the expression and demeanor of the leading woman, it certainly wasn't for anything good.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan Wu had led the three women right up to them. The quartet didn't land; they simply hovered in midair, looking down upon Yang Kai and the others from their elevated position.
"Who is it?!" The palace-gowned woman at the front fixed Yang Kai with a cold stare and demanded frostily.
Yuan Wu pointed hastily, babbling, "Report to Madam, it's them!"
The Madam's eyes turned icy. She gritted her teeth and hissed, "How dare you? So it was you who injured Xiaohong?"
Yang Kai's expression didn't change. He merely stared coldly at Yuan Wu. Meeting that gaze, Yuan Wu felt a sudden chill run through his entire body. The humiliation he had endured just days ago came flooding back, and his face shifted several colors. He couldn't help but shrink his neck in fear.
He was truly afraid of Yang Kai. Even now, he couldn't fathom how a mere First-Order Emperor Realm human could be so much stronger than himself, or what means Yang Kai had used to suppress his dragon lineage bloodline.
But then he quickly remembered—he hadn't come alone. He had a powerful figure by his side now. With such a backer, why should he fear Yang Kai? At that thought, Yuan Wu immediately straightened up and pointed at the Madam, declaring in a low voice, "This is the mistress of this place, Madam Hua! Madam Hua is asking you a question—have you gone deaf?!"
Hearing this introduction, Madam Hua lifted her chin slightly, wearing a supremely arrogant expression.
In truth, on this Spirit Island, there was no such thing as a "mistress." Fuchi had merely brought them here to be kept as pets, to be summoned and dismissed at his whim, never treating them as equals.
However, Madam Hua was skilled at currying favor, and with her stunning beauty, she enjoyed a fair share of Fuchi's favor. On the entire island, aside from Fuchi himself, her status was second to none.
Yuan Wu's introduction had undoubtedly given her considerable face, and she was very pleased.
She narrowed her eyes, her long, phoenix-like gaze looking down at Yang Kai as if he were an ant.
Yang Kai, however, wasn't looking at her. His eyes remained fixed on Yuan Wu, a cold smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Yuan Wu felt a prickling sensation on his back, his anger flaring. He thought, "I've introduced her like this, and you still dare to be so arrogant? Don't you understand who Madam Hua is?"
But the more defiant Yang Kai acted, the happier Yuan Wu became. He couldn't best Yang Kai himself, but if he could use Madam Hua to teach Yang Kai a memorable lesson, that would be just fine. Seeing Yang Kai's rebellious attitude, he was immediately filled with schadenfreude, wishing Yang Kai would be even more defiant. He called out, "Madam Hua, look at this guy! He's simply too arrogant, not showing you the slightest respect!"
Madam Hua was also seething with anger inside. She had assumed that once she made her appearance, these ants would immediately bow their heads in submission? While she wasn't a dragon, nor did she have dragon lineage, she enjoyed Fuchi's immense favor! How could these nobodies possibly compare?