Heavenly Demon Marten Race, Ancestral Temple.
Today, the Heavenly Demon Marten Race would decide the true candidate for the next Clan Leader before the Ancestral Temple.
Before the Ancestral Temple lay an Altar Square paved with ancient bluestone.
A lively atmosphere shrouded the Altar Square before the Ancestral Temple. Yet beneath the clamor, the mood was faintly strange. The source of that strangeness was the two clearly divided factions in the square.
On the left, Little Marten stood at the forefront, with Wu Chong and the others who supported him behind him.
The other group was led by Hao Jiuyou. His supporters were not much fewer than Little Marten's, and even held a considerable advantage.
Many eyes in the square lingered on the two figures at the head of the opposing factions. The gazes directed at Little Marten all carried a trace of regret.
Many of those present had belonged to Little Marten's generation. They knew very well who had possessed true and absolute prestige within the Heavenly Demon Marten Race back then.
In those days, whether in talent or prestige, Little Marten had been unmatched among the younger generation of the Heavenly Demon Marten Race.
At the time, nearly everyone believed Little Marten would become the indisputable next Clan Leader of the Heavenly Demon Marten Race. But that accident had completely changed the situation.
The clamor before the Ancestral Temple continued until more than ten elderly men appeared upon the steps before it. Only then did the noise gradually subside.
At the head of the ten elders on the steps stood an old man in gray robes.
He was Zhu Li, the current Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Marten Race.
Zhu Li's gaze slowly swept across the Altar Square. Under his gaze, many members of the Heavenly Demon