Meanwhile, the members of the Eight Great Clans looked at the cursing platform with some disappointment.
For the past few days, their clans had arranged for people to hurl insults day and night, every kind of filthy abuse imaginable.
Yet those turtles from the Four Divine Beasts Clan were truly patient. Aside from the small group that had rushed out at the very beginning, no one else had emerged.
Forget the four clan leaders—even not a single ordinary Seven-Star Fiend elder had come out. It made them feel as if they had punched cotton.
That night, at the Eight Great Clans' encampment.
"Those reptiles are far too patient! They still won't come out even after this?!" Barbary slammed his hand against the table and cursed furiously.
"Gaiselesen and the others have become unexpectedly patient. It seems the deaths of the Four Divine Beasts Chief Gods affected them greatly!" Edric spoke with a grim expression. He found it surprising, yet also only natural.
"Enough. Don't speak ill of Chief Gods behind their backs, even if they're gone." Wenna could not help rolling his eyes at him. Even dead, they had once been Chief Gods. If some bored Chief God happened to sweep their divine sense across the continent and heard them, it would do them no good.
"Everyone, that isn't why we came here today!" Reinass said with a slight frown.
"Of course we know that. But the question is, what can we do?" Edric immediately retorted. Naturally, he understood the current problem. They all did.
But other than waiting—waiting for those people to be unable to endure the insults and come out themselves—what else could they do?
"Barbary, you belong to the Augusta Clan now. Do you think, regarding this matter, you could..." Reinass hesitated before turning to Barbary.
"I'm