Seemingly sensing the suspicious atmosphere in the air, Zu An's heart skipped a beat. Worried that Yan Xuehen would turn against him if the matter were exposed, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "The Demon Emperor passed the throne to the Crown Prince so quickly. Is he already on his deathbed?"
Although this demon emperor looks old and frail, it's unlikely that he'll die within the next day or two.
Yun Jianyue's attention was indeed drawn, and she explained, "It shouldn't be that bad. After he abdicates, he should be able to focus on recuperating, and it might even prolong his life."
Zuan was somewhat puzzled: "Isn't it said that the old demon emperor would pass on all his cultivation to the new demon emperor during the enthronement ceremony? Will he still be alive afterward? Even if he survives, it's uncertain whether the new demon emperor will tolerate him."
The demon race values strength above all else and doesn't have many traditions of loyalty, filial piety, or righteousness. It's common for sons to kill their fathers and usurp the throne among the various races, and many even take all of their fathers' concubines into their own harems. Everyone has become accustomed to it.
“I don’t know,” Yun Jianyue frowned slightly. “Everyone has only heard rumors about the Demon Emperor’s inheritance. No one has seen it in person, so we don’t know the specifics.”
At this moment, the Demon Emperor on the high platform began to offer sacrifices to his ancestors and to the heavens. After he finished all this, he left with the Little Demon Queen.
The conference was then hosted by the Crown Prince and Black Tooth Fei.
Soon it will be the most anticipated part: the draw for the representative matchups. Those who are eager to secure more spots are praying for a good draw. After all, various things have happened over the years. Some powerful races have been eliminated early because they encountered stronger opponents, while some weaker races have encountered weak opponents along the way and, by chance, managed to win a spot.
Zuan accompanied Yu Yanluo to the stage to draw lots. When they arrived on the stage, Hei Chifei outwardly greeted them, but inwardly asked in a low voice, "Has Queen Medusa ever seen Hei Chigu of our clan?"
Yu Yanluo nodded and said calmly, "We met once before. We gambled on stones together at Biyuan the night before last."
"Oh, have you seen her again since you left Biyuan?" Black Tooth Fei stared at her quietly.
Yu Yanluo was no ordinary person; naturally, she wouldn't reveal any flaws: "No, why is the Grand Commandant suddenly asking this?"
"It's nothing, let's draw lots," Black Tooth Fei said indifferently.
Yu Yanluo gestured for Zu An to go, and Zu An said with a grin, "I've always had good luck, I'm sure I'll draw a good lot."
He casually picked out three sticks, and those around him immediately looked at him with pity.
"We've run into the Lion Clan so quickly; it seems the Snake Clan will only have one spot again this time."
"This guy says he's lucky, but his luck is way worse than I think."
...
Listening to the murmurs of the crowd, Black Tooth Fei revealed a half-smile.
Only Zaun sneered inwardly. These fools had no idea that for him, drawing the Lion Clan was the best possible outcome.
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