On the ancient road outside the Poison Mountain Range, six disciples of the Death Reversal Realm Great Perfection walked side by side.
These six were all men, with formidable cultivation.
"I really didn't expect that our Poison God Clan would choose the Seventeenth Prince in this royal succession battle."
"However, the Seventeenth Prince is fine too. If our Poison God Clan can support him to the throne, perhaps the benefits we'll gain will be greater."
"Indeed, the royal succession has begun. We can no longer enjoy ourselves within the Poison God Clan; we must go out."
"I wonder what Elder means by sending us to the Emperor Tribe to exchange martial arts?"
"Isn't it obvious? Both the Emperor Tribe and the Sword Pavilion Clan feel that they have grown significantly stronger in recent years and believe they can compete with our Poison God Clan, so they are still hesitating about which prince to pledge allegiance to."
