Bad temper?

Looking at the apologetic expression on the face of the Crimson Tiger Clan Chief, Dongfang Mian thought to herself, "I hope that after you know what I've done, your temper will be a little better than that of your ancestor."

After bidding farewell to the clan chief, Dongfang Mian continued walking inside.

Even after entering the courtyard, Dongfang Mian did not find any trace of the ancestor, and stepped inside with a puzzled expression.

As soon as he entered the door, Dongfang Mian was hit on the head by a heavy object, making him see stars, accompanied by a curse: "Get lost, I will not give in."

The familiar voice made Dongfang Mian forget the pain in her forehead.

"Ah Ju?"

"Ah Mian!"

An orange figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, heading straight for Dongfang Mian's arms. It lazily rested its head on her arm and let out a comfortable sigh.

"It really is you! What are you doing here?"

"I haven't even asked you yet, A-Mian, how did you get in? That old fogey of the current clan leader actually let a human like you in here?"

"Oh, he said he wanted me to treat an old man with a bad temper. Have you seen him, Ah Ju? He lives here too."

As soon as she finished speaking, Dongfang Mian suddenly realized something. Looking at Aju, whose face was getting darker and darker, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, "Could it be that you are that bad-tempered ancestor?"

Aju ignored her and rushed out to stand on the roof, cursing loudly in the direction of Wenhu City. Her voice resounded through the sky, and the patriarch of the Crimson-Striped Divine Tiger outside the barrier couldn't help but shudder.

Here we go again. This old ancestor must have injured his brain while he was out there, that's why he's so irritable. I hope the Medicine King of the East can help the old ancestor heal his brain.

Just then, a crimson-striped divine tiger rushed over and said, "It's bad, clan leader! You should go to the council hall quickly. The clan members who participated in the Holy Land assessment are arguing with the elders. Even the Grand Elder can't control the situation. He told me to come and find you, clan leader, to go back."

Upon hearing this, the clan leader's face immediately darkened. These unruly individuals dared to cause trouble in the council hall. Ignoring his ancestor's insults, the Crimson-Striped Divine Tiger clan leader turned and walked towards the council hall.

Inside the forbidden area, Aju was embracing Dongfang Mian, sobbing and recounting her tragic experiences.

It turns out that when the passage collapsed, Aju failed to grab Yan Lin's leg, but luckily, he fell not far from Wenhu City.

Soon, the injured Aju was discovered by the patrolling Crimson Tigers. The bloodline pressure emanating from Aju startled them, and they hurriedly reported to the clan leader.

Shocked, the clan leader searched through the clan genealogy and found a genealogy similar to Aju's. In order to verify Aju's bloodline, he did not hesitate to open the bloodline pool of the sacred land. The verification result showed that Aju was indeed the ancestor on the genealogy who had disappeared for unknown reasons.

For divine beasts, suppressing bloodline is sometimes more effective than suppressing strength, especially since Aju's bloodline purity is close to that of the ancient Crimson-Striped Divine Tiger.

At that moment, the entire Crimson Tiger Clan was overjoyed, feeling that the divine gift of their ancestor must be a sign that the time had come for their Crimson Tiger Clan to rise again.

"Then why did they lock you up and make me treat your illness?"

When asked about this, Aju hesitated for a while before covering her face and whispering, "They told me to cultivate more offspring with pure bloodlines."

“Cultivate, how do you cultivate?... Ahahahahaha,” Dongfang Mian burst into laughter, “They’re making you have more children here, that’s a good thing, Aju, your spring has arrived.”