Several hundred li from the Tong Clan tribe's ancestral lands, in a vast valley shrouded by green trees, there was a place covered in tents.
The number of tents here was no fewer than those in the Tong Clan tribe's ancestral lands.
Inside a huge tent in the center of the valley, more than a dozen people sat upright. Judging by where they were seated, it was clear that they were not from the same tribe.
At the center of the seat of honor sat an old man with graying hair. Eight people sat on either side of him. Among them, an old man and a middle-aged man were meditating with their eyes closed, seemingly paying little attention to what everyone was saying. The remaining five were all old men as well.
The three people seated in the guest seats, however, were young, strong, and burly.
The three wore clothes made of hemp and ramie, with an unknown animal hide wrapped around their waists. They looked rough and fierce.
"Patriarch Mu Ren, this matter is absolutely true. My Yue Clan tribe has already sent many tribesmen to investigate. We even captured several members of the Gong Clan tribe. The news cannot possibly be false. The Gong Clan tribe's Venerable Puxing has indeed fallen. Hao Wei traveled thousands of li to come here this time, so I naturally would not deceive you with lies."
One of the three burly men was a young man in his twenties. His face was imposing, and a force that pressed upon others emanated from him. He clasped his fists and bowed to the calm, gray-haired old man seated in the center before him, speaking in a firm tone.
"Hao Wei, you told my Tong Clan tribe about this matter. Could it be that you want