A month after being swindled while buying slaves.
Huo Tang cast a distant glance at the tribal grounds and said, "Go."
Then Huo Qing, Huo Mu, Huo Hou, and Huo Qiang swiftly followed at his side, heading south all the way.
The five were fully armed, clad in witch armor and carrying witch bows, witch arrows, witch medicines, and witch talismans.
Their southern journey had many objectives. Spirit rice, blacksmiths, spirit plants—anything and anyone beneficial to the tribe's development fell within the scope of their search.
Each of them carried a thick beast-hide sack filled with the upgraded Mafeisan and witch talismans Shen Can had made.
Thankfully, they had emptied out the Shanghuang Tribe. Otherwise, there would have been no way to make so much Mafeisan.
Huo Tang naturally still had a fire burning in his heart over being cheated by the slave market, but he had not rashly gone back to settle the score at the time.
The slave market had been jointly established by three tribes, and he did not know which tribe Jia Gu belonged to.
If he had gone back then, the one who would have lost face would definitely have been him. It might even have dragged his own tribe into the mess.
Revenge was not something that needed to be taken in a hurry.
You hit me once, and when I caught the chance, I would make you pay it back double.
If Jia Gu was from the Shanghu Tribe, then cheating him would have been a repayment of debts in the unseen workings of fate.
Five days later.
"Chief, there are people ahead in the mountains."
Huo Hou hurried over from afar and entered a valley.
As a scout, he habitually conducted reconnaissance.
"Did you see clearly who they were?"
"I only