Yao Huang had originally been a somewhat down-and-out elder of the Nine Serene Deepground Python tribe. During the internal struggle between the tribe's two factions, he had belonged to neither side, neither courting nor paying much attention to either.
Yet by finding Qing Lin and helping her ascend the throne, he had become a figure second only to one and above tens of thousands within the Nine Serene Deepground Python tribe.
Not to mention that with Qing Lin's help, he had successfully broken through from the Half-Saint level to become a one-star Dou Sheng, fulfilling a long-cherished wish in a single stroke.
It could be said that everything he had now was because of Qing Lin.
Having grown close enough to Qing Lin and borrowing the authority of the Empress, even Yao Ming, the former clan chief, had to show him some respect. The same was true in this alliance. Although Yao Ming was stronger, he would not stop Yao Huang from saying whatever he wished.
Yao Huang had already thought it through. As long as he repeated his previous success and pushed Qing Lin into the position of alliance leader, the Nine Serene Deepground Python tribe's authority would rise once more, and they might very well become one of the continent's foremost powers.
By then, not only would his status as the second-most powerful figure in the Nine Serene Deepground Python tribe soar, but his strength might also rise further, allowing him to truly reach the pinnacle of his life as a python.
Blinded by greed and ambition, Yao Huang had not noticed the faint smile at the corner of Yao Ming's lips. Nor had he considered why Yao Ming, despite belonging to the same tribe, had shown no intention of supporting their Empress just now.
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