The Golden Lion Race

The patriarch's expression darkened into a frown. He had guessed that if some remarkably valuable treasure had surfaced, it might well have come from a newly discovered or hidden location, possibly one of those perilous ruins still shrouded in mystery—even to one of the strongest factions such as theirs.

Many of these sites were so hazardous that even the Patriarch himself would hesitate to enter, aware that the risk of losing his life was all too real.

"Continue your investigations. Search them again if necessary, but don't neglect the safety." The patriarch ordered with a serious expression.

After the old man left the building, another person stepped forward. He was a tall, lean man with silvered hair bound in a high tail. His long sleeves bore delicate embroidery of fox tails outlined in gold thread.