"Strong? How strong?"

"The Zijing clan is the strongest among our four clans. They'll surely be able to get a considerable amount of resources by helping a prince ascend to the throne, but the Zijing are rich and strong enough that it can't be worth the effort in general. They surely have an ulterior motive for doing so."

"What motive?"

"I don't know."

"Are there humans in this world?"

Heijie Niu shrugged. "The humans are active in worlds that are seven or eight wormholes away. Lord of Renhuang, just how did you make it over here, anyway?"

"Seven or eight...?" Zhang Lie's face turned cold. That damned will of the world—it had to have done this on purpose!

Almost all hunters who ascended were sent directly to their respective race's settlements....