Leaving the Temple at the rear, Xiao Fan and You Ruo headed toward the Holy City's great hall.
Hua She'er had been waiting outside the Temple. When she saw Xiao Fan and You Ruo emerge, she approached them, her face expressionless.
"Your Majesty, the Eight Great Chiefs have all gathered in the Holy City. I have them waiting for now."
You Ruo nodded lightly at Hua She'er's words and said in an indifferent voice, "Let's go. It's time to see them."
Inside the great hall, the Eight Great Chiefs sat in their designated chairs, awaiting Her Majesty's summons.
The hot-tempered Yan Ci had already grown somewhat impatient. He paced back and forth through the hall, glancing around from time to time, looking extremely restless.
"Enough, Yan Ci. Could you stop pacing in front of me?"
Irritated by Yan Ci's pacing, Mo Bass frowned and spoke impatiently.
"I feel like moving. What of it? If you've got a problem, why don't we trade a few blows?"
Yan Ci immediately snapped back at Mo Bass. His frustration at being kept waiting seemed to have found an outlet, and he vented his anger at him.
"Fine, let's fight! You think I'm afraid of you?"
Mo Bass was not afraid of him either. Among the Snake-People Tribe, strength reigned supreme, and countless fights had broken out over a single disagreement.
"Stop!"
Just as the two were about to come to blows, Yin Shi, who had remained seated all this time, spoke up. At the same moment, several figures entered the hall from the rear.
"Hehe, Yan Ci, Mo Bass. You even dare to fight here? It seems you've grown rather bold."
At that familiar voice, delight appeared on the chiefs' faces, and they all rose from their chairs.
"Your Majesty!"
You Ruo and the