For the past two years, right under their noses, the Blazing Flame Tribe had selected craftsmen and women from the slaves to bolster their own tribe, and had even hauled back the grain grown by the slaves.
Whenever asked, they claimed they were following Young Master Fu's orders.
It left Cang He and Yuan Feng with no temper at all.
Young Master Fu had demanded that they create the appearance of a truly thriving tribe. What the Blazing Flame Tribe was doing had not actually crossed the line.
Yet the more they thought about it, the angrier they became; the angrier they became, the more they thought about it.
Petty villains.
Men who had risen through luck and favoritism.
They did all the work involving the slaves, yet Blazing Flame openly used public resources for private gain right before their eyes.
Wasn't it simply because their tribe was near the Great Marsh, and because of the convenience of being by the water, that they could see Young Master Fu more often than the others?
Cang He and Yuan Feng did not come along every time, either.
Now, as more and more time passed since the floods, there were not actually many slaves left nearby for them to capture.
This was the smallest slave delivery in the past two years.
"I wonder whether we'll get to see Young Master Fu this time."
Yuan Feng pondered. Over the past two years, they had come many times to present gifts, yet they had only met Young Master Fu twice.
Most of the time, Young Master Fu hardly showed himself. He kept deeply secluded and rarely ventured out, either cultivating witchcraft or taking the Iron Wood Boat into the Great Marsh.
At the thought of the Iron Wood Boat, the two tribe leaders felt