"Oh, so the Main Branch is bullying the Branch Tribe?"
Inside Wanxiang Pavilion, Mo Yu stared at the scene before him. He was startled at first, but then he shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave.
To Mo Yu, who had long grown accustomed to seeing all kinds of storms, this sort of thing was nothing unusual.
After all, for an ancient race with a long heritage like the Thunder Spirit Tribe, countless years of bloodline continuation had caused the clan to flourish, with a clear distinction between the Main Branch and the Branch Tribes.
The Sacred Thunder Vein was the Main Branch of the Thunder Spirit Tribe. Not only did it control the clan's authority, but it was also responsible for worshiping the Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder. As a result, it had frequent access to the Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder, making its cultivation resources the richest and its overall strength the most formidable.
As for the various Branch Tribes of the Thunder Spirit Tribe, they were like vassals enfeoffed by the Main Branch, suppressing the regions under their rule like princes and lords.
These Branch Tribes varied in strength. Some powerful Branch Tribes were important enough that even the Main Branch needed to win them over, while some weaker ones were inferior even to second-rate forces on the Thunder Spirit Continent. Without the Thunder Spirit Tribe as their backing, they would probably have vanished into the long river of history long ago.
Clearly, the scene before Mo Yu involved several geniuses from the Main Branch wantonly bullying someone from a Branch Tribe for some unknown reason.
Judging from the current situation, the Main Branch apparently did not care much about this sort of thing. Even if they saw it, they would probably turn a blind eye.