All the Lion Race big shots, red-faced from their scramble and even bearing injuries, were dumbfounded at that moment, frozen in place as though struck by a immobilization spell.
Then, almost by reflex, they all put away their weapons, reined in their auras, and forced their most respectful smiles onto their faces. Just as they had done in the past, they bowed in greeting, their voices rising one after another.
For a moment, the scene seemed no different from any of their meetings over the past several centuries.
But Nine Spirits Lion Saint was no longer in the same state of mind.
He no longer held even the slightest warmth or expectation toward these hypocritical faces, nor toward the Lion Race that had disappointed him beyond measure.
He had returned to take away what truly belonged to him.
"What? Did you truly hope this old man would die and vanish from the world?"
Nine Spirits Lion Saint's gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over the hypocritical faces below, the mockery in his voice icy enough to pierce bone.
"How would we dare? How would we dare! Your safe return, Ancestor, is a tremendous blessing for our race. We are overjoyed! Isn't that right, everyone?"
A highly respected Lion Race elder hurriedly forced out a smile and bowed fawningly.
"Exactly! Ancestor, your fortune reaches the heavens and your divine abilities are unmatched. How could that thief Huang possibly harm you in the slightest?
"When we sensed your soul lamp dimming earlier, we were frantic with worry. We were just about to gather the strength of the entire race and swear to seek justice for you..."
Another high-ranking figure hastily chimed in, his words earnest, as though they had not been the ones arguing until their faces turned red and even