The Third Epoch.
Kong Xuan traveled north and arrived at the border tribes.
By then, the chief of the Forest Tiger Clan had already led the allied forces of the nearby tribes into three bloody battles against the Human Race tribe and its allied forces across the great river. Both sides had suffered considerable losses.
Only now did his desire to snag himself a Demon King title cool, and he returned to his usual way of thinking as a tribal chief.
The demons who had died were all brothers and sisters of his tribe. Every one of them pained him.
What was more, the Immortal Clan allied forces across the river refused to yield a single step either, looking determined to fight him to the bitter end.
He sat anxiously in his great tent, holding a tigress who had achieved a fairly good Transformation, and felt some regret over his earlier decision.
By now, he had also heard that the king had promised to make Black Wind a king, and secretly resented him for it.
This battle, he feared, had amounted to sewing a wedding gown for that blind bear.
Just then.
The tent flap lifted, and a young Forest Tiger Clan warrior entered, a trace of admiration on his tawny tiger face as he spoke.
"Chief, the king has sent an envoy!"
In the center of the great tent.
The Forest Tiger Clan chief, who had been sitting on a wooden table, shot to his feet and exclaimed in surprise.
"What did you say? An envoy from the Royal Court has come to our border tribe?"
He pushed aside the tiger beauty beside him, stepped straight over the wooden table, and strode across the blankets covering the tent floor, calling loudly.
"Where is he? Hurry, take me to meet