Shanghuang tribal land.
Cang Li and Yuan Fu both felt drowsiness rising within them. The instant they grew wary, they discovered their entire bodies had gone limp and numb, unable to muster any strength.
"Not good!"
The thought surfaced in both their minds, and then they toppled over one after the other.
Though they were elders, they still ate from the same communal pot.
Not only did they eat, they ate more than everyone else and ate before the others did.
Snoring blanketed the entire Shanghuang tribal land. Mafeisan was a witch medicine that sent people into deep slumber.
It caused neither pain nor itchiness, only exhaustion. Even if one noticed something was wrong, at first they would simply think they had worn themselves out.
Looking at the sleeping figures scattered everywhere, Huo Tang was not pleased.
Instead, he felt this matter was getting bigger and bigger.
It was true that they had obtained cultivation methods from the Shanghuang Tribe, but the problems that followed came one after another without end.
"Quickly search for anything that can confirm their identities."
Before long, they found several bone plaques and bone ornaments.
"Yuan Shan, Cangniao."
After examining the items they had found, Huo Tang confirmed these people's identities.
There were definitely no people from the Shanghu Tribe among them.
He recalled the rumors he had heard in the market ruins: the Shanghu Tribe had found an opportunity in the mountains.
These two tribes had come in search of that opportunity.
"A-Qing, take the people who cooked the food away. Wake them up and interrogate them. Find out why they came north. And cover your faces—pretend to be from the Shanghu Tribe."
"A-Mu, come with me."
A-Qing and the other man carried off the people sleeping beside the communal pot, swiftly heading toward