"Fellow Taoist, it's noble to forgive when one can. They've already received the lesson they deserve, so spare them this time."
Just as the Profound Armor Army was about to arrest the Blazing Flame Tiger Race cohort, a clear and resonant voice emerged from the crowd.
The crowd parted, making way for an elaborate procession to approach. Leading the group were four young maidens dressed rather revealingly, with bare chests, each holding a flower basket, tossing petals as they walked.
Behind them followed a sedan chair, though not the kind with a carriage, but rather a platform about one foot across mounted on a yoke. Upon this platform sat a throne, on which was seated an exceedingly alluring woman clad in a red dress, with a snow-white tiger cub nestled in her embrace, suckling at her breast.
Beside the throne stood an elder garbed in a black robe.
The sedan chair was borne by six sturdy, muscular men with bare arms.
