"Tsk tsk, why is he taking so long?" As Belial gazed at the woman in a grey robe with perky, fluffy ears and nine tails, he couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness and disappointment wash over him. Despite her regal appearance as she sat on a nearby chair with a composed posture, displaying her calm demeanor, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his heart after seeing how strong the old man who claimed to be Ancestor was.
"Was the Celestial Phoenix Order's matriarch's granddaughter's friend the one who fought with the flagbearer few months ago? " Seated with her eyes shut, grasping the long sheathed katana blade with both hands, Iliantara asked. Her words were directed towards the crowd of men, among whom only three seemed unscathed enough to bow, while the rest lay limbless and scattered on the ground, either as flesh limbs or corpses.