Behind the thatched shack stood a cliff a hundred meters high. A cave several meters across sat halfway up its face, and a snake's head, several times larger than an ordinary carriage cabin, drooped lazily outside the entrance. Its jaws hung open, strands of saliva dribbling from its mouth. At the foot of the cliff grew a dense expanse of Snake Saliva Grass, countless fist-sized green fruits hanging from their crimson stalks.
Lin Qi cast the Snake Saliva Grass a fierce look. It was nearly ripe—terrifying fruit steeped in deadly poison. But Lin Qi happened to possess several medicinal formulas passed down from ancient times. Using these highly toxic Snake Saliva Fruits, he could concoct a potent potion that would allow an ordinary person to gain strength nearly equal to that of a Saint Knight overnight.
Licking his lips, Lin Qi slowly walked outside the shack and bowed deeply to the plainly dressed, mild-faced, utterly ordinary young man sitting cross-legged on the ground. From Lin Yueya, he had learned who he was about to meet: the true supreme progenitor of the Lin Hu Clan, the sole surviving ancestor from the Great Cataclysm Era, the true forefather of the Tiger Clan's main bloodline.
"Sir... um, how should I address you?" Lin Qi scratched his forehead in some distress. The gap in seniority was simply too great; he had no idea how to address an ancestor's ancestor's ancestor. The Great Cataclysm Era—that was an age from myths and legends. Suddenly meeting someone who had survived from that time, even someone as worldly and audacious as Lin Qi could not help but feel somewhat restrained.
The young man smiled. He gently placed the tiger cub that had already fallen asleep in a nest of grass beside him, then beckoned Lin Qi over. "Sit.