In the deepest part of General's Tomb, before an ancient altar, a middle-aged man dressed in linen sat on a stone chair, surrounded by countless limbs and broken parts of beasts.
Some had been weathered into dry bones over the long years, while others still had traces of dried blood dripping to the ground.
Around the altar, numerous odd and ferocious beasts were held within their own prohibitions, looking dismal.
Not too many figures moved within the altar, making various adjustments to these beasts.
"Mountain Lord, there's been an incident in the back mountain."
"The back mountain?"
The middle-aged man who had been resting his head in his hand opened his eyes slowly upon hearing this and pondered before saying, "Didn't I station that Azure Dragon there to guard the area? Even though that creature isn't directly under our control at the moment, with its strength, it should suffice as a mere gatekeeper, shouldn't it?"
