Sky Demon Vixen Clan, ancestral temple.
Today, before the ancestral temple, the Sky Demon Vixen Clan would decide upon the true candidate for the next clan leader.
Before the ancestral temple lay an altar square paved with ancient bluestone.
A lively atmosphere blanketed the altar square before the ancestral temple. Yet beneath the bustle, the mood was faintly peculiar, and the source of that peculiarity was the two clearly divided factions on the square.
On the left, Little Vixen stood at the head, with Wu Zhong and the others who supported him behind him.
The other group was led by Hao Jiuyou. His supporters were not much fewer than Little Vixen's, and even held a considerable advantage.
Many gazes on the square lingered on the two figures at the forefront of the opposing factions. The eyes directed at Little Vixen all carried a trace of regret.
Many people here had belonged to Little Vixen's generation. They knew very well who had possessed truly absolute prestige within the Sky Demon Vixen Clan back then.
Back then, whether in talent or prestige, Little Vixen had been unmatched among the Sky Demon Vixen Clan's young generation.
At the time, nearly everyone believed that Little Vixen would unquestionably become the Sky Demon Vixen Clan's next clan leader. But that accident had completely changed everything.
The commotion before the ancestral temple continued until more than ten Old Men appeared upon its steps, at which point it gradually subsided.
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 Sky Demon Vixen Clan.
Zhu Li's gaze slowly swept over the altar square. Under his gaze, many members of the Sky Demon Vixen Clan wore respectful expressions. When his eyes