All seven major tribes had gathered, leaving only the Golden Dragon Clan.
Some beastmen were already growing displeased.
"The Golden Dragon Clan certainly knows how to make an entrance."
"Even the hosts from Myriad Beasts City are here, yet they still haven't shown up."
"They already possess a Beast God inheritance and still aren't satisfied. Now they're eyeing the Beast God inheritance of Myriad Beasts City, deliberately coming to participate in the Wan Cheng Gathering. Let's not even talk about them forcefully inserting themselves into this event. But why can't they even participate properly in the competition? What's the deal with them not entering the arena even now?"
"Everyone's getting rather impatient."
The minor rainy season wasn't one of constant rainfall; it ebbed and flowed, stopping and starting.
Just like the past few days—no rain had fallen. Instead, the sun grew fiercer, and the seven major tribes became increasingly restless.
