"We've shed blood to fight here, who dares snatch the prey from the jaws of the tiger!"
Someone among the five grand beings bellowed; they were vying for possession of the earthen jar in the fiercest contest, where both humans and beasts were greatly depleted and utterly disheveled.
A figure adorned with nine dragons bled profusely, nearly torn in half by a savage beast, which itself was also wounded, with a large swath of bloody skin torn off.
As this bloody battle unfolded, the jar slipped beyond their control, which left them seething with fury.
"No! The jar has a hint of sentience; it's escaped our grasp by its own volition!" Lei Ting said with a solemn voice.
This old king, too, was engaged in a blood-soaked battle, his garments in tatters, resembling a scavenger.
However, the autonomous escape of the jar did not enrage him but instead sparked a sense of astonishment and suspicion.
"The jar is choosing its master!"
