Seeing Tuwahaer agree so readily, Li Qing regarded him a little more highly. As expected of a warlord unmatched on the grasslands.
"Did you trade these talismans from an immortal cultivator? Where did the immortal cultivator behind you go?"
As Li Qing spoke, he took out the two unused talismans still on Tuwahaer's person.
One was a Wind-Walking Talisman, and the other a Golden Shield Talisman. He claimed both without the slightest courtesy.
"Many years ago, I saved a strange man dressed in yellow robes on the grasslands."
Among the various grassland tribes, not everyone could become a bandit and raid for grain and fodder.
Only the strongest warriors of the tribe, those best at horsemanship, could do so!
That year, Tuwahaer had unfortunately failed to become one of the tribe's warriors and could only remain behind to herd livestock.
Later, while herding cattle and sheep, he happened to save a strange man in yellow robes. Thus, the whole story began from there.
With that yellow-robed stranger's help, he not only became a bandit, but within just two short years, he rose to become a leading figure among the tribe's bandits.
He plundered grain and fodder on a grand scale, leading his men east to conquer and west to campaign. Wherever he passed, nothing remained but barren white earth where not even a blade of grass grew.
Until the day he acquired a piece of Ink Gold. The yellow-robed stranger he had saved asked him to gather more of this ore.
That was why the bandits later launched their night raid on the Wu Li Army camp at Wangyuan City's border fortress. It was also from that time onward that this yellow-robed immortal cultivator set his sights on the entirety of the Feng Kingdom.
"Later, Immortal Master Yellow Robe left.