In the heart of Beast City, a magnificent and enormous city within a city towered majestically. This was the mysterious and imposing city lord mansion, spoken of with awe by all the residents of Beast City.
The city lord mansion, much like a giant beast, was situated at the heart of the city, radiating an aura of awe and reverence.
To the east, west, and south, there were three mansions respectively. The opulence of these three mansions’ interiors was simply breathtaking.
The mansions’ walls were constructed entirely of precious gem, shimmering with a gentle glow under the moonlight. The roof was adorned with vibrant, glittering glazed tiles, while the doors and windows were intricately carved with beautiful patterns. Whether it was blessed beasts in full gallop or mystical plants, each detail was a testament to the ultimate luxury.
These three mansions were strategically positioned, tightly encircling the city lord mansion, forming an impregnable defense system.
The mansions within the estate were strategically positioned to form a tightly knit unit. Anyone with the intention of attacking the city lord mansion would first have to breach the defenses of these three mansions. The significant strategic implications of this arrangement were self-evident.
These three mansions were the residences of the lord’s Three Beast Generals. They served not only as the beast generals’ homes but also as crucial shields for the city lord mansion.
In the dead of night, the entire Beast City was immersed in silence. Not a sound could be heard save for the diligent guards on duty, patrolling tirelessly.
Their footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, adding to the tranquility of the night.
However, the mansion to the east was still brightly lit, standing in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness.
Inside the grand hall, an air of tension subtly hung. Seated at the head of the room was a middle-aged cultivator of significant stature, standing tall at eight feet. He was none other than Jaime Giles, one of the Three Beast Generals.
Jaime had eyes as bright as polished copper, his gaze deep and piercing. It was as if he could see right through one’s heart, exuding an aura of authority that was too intense for anyone to meet head-on.
He was clad in a black robe adorned with golden markings. The subtle shimmer of the patterns with his movements further accentuated his extraordinary nobility.
“Claude, are you speaking the truth? Is there really a Draconian cultivator in that prison? He’s even from the Golden Dragon clan?”
Jaime’s voice was deep and powerful, resonating throughout the hall, tinged with a touch of skepticism and curiosity.
He slightly furrowed his brow and intensely fixed his gaze on Claude as if trying to discern any hint of a slip-up from his expression.
Claude was seated at the end of the table, his face full of certainty as he responded, “General Jaime, how could I dare to deceive you? Every word I’ve said is true.”
His eyes revealed a hint of urgency, and his body was leaning slightly forward. He was hoping Jaime would believe in him.
He was well aware that what he was saying seemed far-fetched, but he feared that not informing Jaime could lead to even bigger problems down the line.
Jaime’s brow furrowed slightly when he heard that. He was clearly still somewhat skeptical of Claude’s words.
At that moment, a foreign official said, “General Jaime, in the history of Beast City, there has never been a real Draconian cultivator, let alone from the Golden Dragon clan. Claude is nothing more than a sea serpent in disguise, putting on fake dragon horns, trying to pass off as a Draconian. I think he must be so desperate to become a dragon that he’s lost his mind. He’s become delusional.”
The words of this particular foreign official were laced with sarcasm and doubt. A subtle smirk played at the corners of his lips, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain. The other foreign officials also nodded in agreement, and a low murmur of discussion promptly filled the hall.
Upon hearing those words, Claude immediately became agitated, raising his voice to defend himself by saying, “Don’t make a groundless accusation! I saw it with my own eyes. How could I possibly be mistaken?”
His face was flushed with heated anger, a fiery glow flickering in his eyes. He clenched his hands into tight fists as if ready to confront the foreign official at any moment.
He never imagined that his honest words would be met with doubt and defamation.
Another foreign official chimed in, “I also find what Mr. Barretta said rather peculiar. He mentioned that his adversary was merely a Ninth Level Tribulator cultivator, yet he himself is an Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivator. However, he ended up being defeated by a Ninth Level Tribulator cultivator. How could this be possible?”
