If there had not been so many Ratfolk Servant Soldiers around,
Meng Chao would have wanted to clap hard for Ye Zi and cheer him on.
"Then where do you think the problem lies?" he asked, looking at the Ratfolk Boy with great interest.
"The problem is that we don't have a clan of our own."
Ye Zi said with a grave expression, "Although we have always paid the Bloodhoof Clan vast quantities of Mandala Fruit, and the Bloodhoof Clan uses the Blood Conferral Ritual to absorb the best among us into its various Lineages,
"I still think we are not members of the Bloodhoof Clan—I don't want to become one of the Bloodhoof Clan, one of the murderers who killed my mother and brother!
"It is because the ratfolk have no clan of our own that we get bullied everywhere we go. I heard from ratfolk captured from places far, far away that whether in the Golden Clan, Thunder Clan, Shadow Clan, or Divine Tree Clan, ratfolk are all treated the same: deceived, enslaved, squeezed dry, until we die!
"Harvester, the Five Clans Competition is about to begin. Do you know what that means?"
Meng Chao shook his head. "What does it mean?"
"It means that countless ratfolk are going to die meaningless deaths!"
Ye Zi said gravely, "The Five Clans Competition is said to be a heart-stirring bloodbath fought by the Five Great Clans for the War Chieftain's supreme throne, but in truth, those lofty Clan Lords would never go all out, clash head-on, and fight until both sides were battered and broken!
"I heard that in past Five Clans Competitions, the Clan Lords always drove their Ratfolk Servant Soldiers and ratfolk slaves to charge first. Who won and who lost was secondary. What mattered was using enormous-scale