"That sounded somewhat interesting."
Meng Chao pondered. "So, does she still care about her homeland and want to return to the Golden Clan?"
"Not exactly. I heard that she was a loser in a Lineage struggle and was hunted by the Snow Leopard Tribe, so she fled her homeland and was later saved by the Blood Skull Arena's arbiter, Lord Kassava. She has also repeatedly expressed her deep hatred for the Golden Clan and indicated that she does not mind serving the Bloodhoof Clan."
Ye Zi shrugged. "But no one knows why Lord Ice Storm is unwilling to undergo the Blood Conferral Ritual and become a true Bloodhoof Warrior. You should know that Lord Kassava, who wields considerable power in the Blood Skull Arena and throughout Black Horn City, thinks very highly of her!"
Meng Chao's thoughts raced as he temporarily tucked this doubt away.
"Tell me about her trouble."
He continued questioning the Ratfolk Boy.
"Lord Ice Storm wants to lead troops. She is not content with being a pure gladiator; she wants to become a commander, even a general. She wants her own squad, warband, regiment, and even an army she can command independently."
Ye Zi told Meng Chao, "If she were willing to join some Lineage, perhaps there would be other ways. But she is too proud and unwilling to accept anyone's help, so she can only carve out a world for herself on the arena with real blades and real blood."
Meng Chao nodded.
After more than half a month of recollection and thought, he had already remembered a great many details about the Turan Civilization and the Era of Glory.
He knew that at the beginning of the Era of Glory, the major clans selected commanders through the arenas.
This selection ignored one's origins and