Shen San, a direct-line descendant of the Three-Tail Clan, had become its chieftain ten years ago.
Only after becoming chieftain of the Three-Tail Clan, he had begun to grow restless.
Then again, the clan's direct-line descendants had never behaved themselves since the Demon Realm descended ten thousand years ago.
His predecessors had been restless too, but they had never truly crossed the line. To put it plainly, they were still cowards, still afraid of the Nine-Tailed Tribe.
After all, their servility was branded into their very marrow.
They were born slaves to the Nine-Tailed Tribe.
Things were fine when no Nine-Tailed Fox was around, but in their presence, the Three-Tail Clan felt that even their own bodies were beyond their control, for three-tailed foxes instinctively felt the nine-tails' crushing pressure and terror deep in their bones.
Shen San hated that feeling. He wanted to escape the fear of being controlled by others, and so the great battle six years ago had come to pass.
He had single-handedly provoked that battle. Unfortunately, it had ended in defeat. Not only had they failed to kill a single Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, they had lost quite a few Three-Tailed Fox Demons themselves.
After all, who could have imagined that the Nine-Tailed Celestial Foxes would bring in outside help in the end?
The moment Shen San returned, he smashed the teapot and cups all over the floor, his gaze dark and sinister.
They were nothing but a bunch of ordinary Three-Tailed Fox Demons. I went to invite them, and they actually dared to threaten me!
If the assassination at the Auction House hadn't failed, leaving me needing someone to take the blame, would I have gone begging to them?
Indeed, Shen San had orchestrated the assassination at the Auction House in collaboration with the Ghost