Crimson's earth-shattering marriage law was quickly spread throughout the Golden Lion tribe in just a single afternoon.
The majority of people expressed their disagreement, some even reacted harshly. A portion of these people were beastmen, the rest were Sub-Beasts.
However, many beastmen also remained silent without saying anything, bowing their heads in deep thought for a long time. In a certain domed stone house, a beastman sat wiping his Martial weapon, listening to his mate nagging badmouthing the people of the Crimson tribe.
"Hmph, they are just a bunch of people crawling out from some unknown corner speaking nonsense! A beastman being fought over by Sub-Beasts is exactly an honor, who would not want that!"
The beastman stopped his hands, turning his head looking at his mate. He placed the Martial weapon down on the table, pursing his lips for a moment, only then speaking in a hoarse voice:
"For tomorrow's match, can you not go up to the Martial arena?"
