Chapter 941: A Thief?
Due to this special situation, the Ancestral Court issued a strict order: all clans were to evacuate any member below the seventh order from the city, regardless of status. They were allowed to camp outside the Ancestral Court and observe the upcoming matchmaking tournament via the Crystal clan's mirroring technique.
This decree took three days to implement, and sure enough, the crowding within the Ancestral Court was greatly alleviated. However, even with this, the number of people present was still far higher than usual and just as lively as it had ever been. Teams of guardians began patrolling the streets, strictly punishing anyone found in violation of the Ancestral Court's rules regardless of cultivation or status.
In a small tavern near the outskirts of the Ancestral Court, two figures cloaked in large capes sat facing each other. There were a few dishes on the table, along with two mugs of ale.
The one sitting on the entrance side had a particularly burly frame. Even while seated, he exuded a presence as imposing as a mountain, as if he were a volcano on the verge of erupting. The figure sitting across from him looked much more ordinary, the size of an ordinary human.
"The Golden Lion clan really went all-in on you this time. To help you break through in such a short time and fully arm you... I have to say, that's pretty impressive," said the smaller man softly.
The burly man chuckled and replied, "What choice do they have? Without a first-tier bloodline, there's no hope of ever rising. The Golden Lion clan has always seen themselves as kings of all beasts, but do they have an Emperor? Did they have one in the old generation? Or the generation before that, or ten generations before that? Nope. Meanwhile, even the Golden Mammoth clan has one. How could they not be anxious? Though the White Tiger Demon Emperor doesn't pay much attention to the tiger race, he's still an Emperor. The internal pressure on the lion race is huge. Besides, I promised them I'd challenge that guy. This is the perfect opportunity. Are you planning to join too? I mean, your identity is a bit sensitive, but I think we might be able to do something. Want me to talk to the lion race and see if they can help?"
Tang San pulled down the hood of his cloak slightly, took a sip of ale, and smiled, shaking his head. "No need. I'm already prepared. I have my ways. You'll see me in the competition. Let's hope we don't run into each other too early."
The burly man was none other than the chieftain of the Lion-Tiger clan and the Golden Lion clan's newest ally—Big Cat.
After the Elite Competition at the Ancestral Court, Big Cat was taken in by the Golden Lion clan and had been in closed-door cultivation ever since, only recently emerging. During this time, the Golden Lion clan poured nearly all of its accumulated resources into him. The Lion-Tiger bloodline was a first-tier bloodline, precisely what the lion race lacked most. As Big Cat himself said, the Golden Lion clan was desperate for an Emperor.