"Shanghuang truly deserved to be a tribe with over five hundred years of inheritance. The resources it had gathered were more than five times what our tribe possessed. There were over seven thousand jun of crude iron alone, not to mention countless ores."
"The Ling Yu Tribe's weapons and armor, gathered from Shanghu and Shanghuang together, totaled twenty-five sets, along with thirteen witch bows."
This bloody battle had brought the Blazing Flame Tribe a vast amount of resources, and Huo Tang was naturally delighted.
"Right, A-Can. Didn't you say before that the Shanghuang Tribe had traded for ironwood? That saves us the trouble. We even have shipbuilding materials now."
Shen Can raised his head and gave Huo Tang a look that said, Figure it out yourself.
How the hell was he supposed to know that the Shanghuang Tribe would trade for some cultivation materials and end up destroying its own tribe?
He had originally been facing a great enemy, readying himself for war with the Shanghuang Tribe.
Yet here they were. The one who had wiped out his opponent had not been him, but a Blood Witch who had crossed realms.
This was a lesson paid for in blood: the enemies one could not see were the most terrifying.
Without giving Huo Tang another chance to speak, Shen Can drove him out of the ancestral temple.
Three days later, the tribe held an entombment sacrifice for the tribespeople who had died in battle.
The injured tribespeople also received varying amounts of compensation resources, while those who had participated in the battle were all rewarded.
Inside the ancestral temple.
The bonfire danced in the fire pit, while hot water bubbled in the suspended pottery jar.
Huo Xian, Huo Tang, Huo Yu, and the other tribal elders had gathered together.
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