At the foot of a towering hillside not far from Bamboo Stone Pit.
Hundreds of people sat quietly gathered there. Their eyes held none of the fear typical of ordinary refugees. Instead, they were filled with feverish excitement.
So what if their tribe had been destroyed and they no longer had a base?
The chieftain had already promised everyone that he would take them to a place with richer land and rebuild their home.
So what if they had only a week's worth of rations left? High Priest Zhang Tai of Bamboo Stone Pit Tribe was Priest Tang Ma's close friend. Borrowing some supplies would be effortless.
With such thoughts in mind, many of them were already imagining their future lives.
However, the five Huang Xiangyu lay prone on the high ground. As they glanced at the deep pit gradually shrouded in darkness, their faces were filled with worry.
The ordinary residents knew nothing of the details. Their blind optimism was understandable.
But the five of them knew perfectly well that the chieftain had already been seriously wounded by Zhang Tai.
What was more, Zhang Tai and Tang Ma were nowhere near close friends. They both wished they could kill each other.
The Kill Order that the Snow Bandits had received earlier had most likely been commissioned by Bamboo Stone Pit Tribe.
"Hey, do you think this will work?"
Zhang Liu Bang rubbed his hands together. If they were talking about who nearby had the most wealth, it had to be Bamboo Stone Pit, which had allied itself with Cloud Firmament Tribe.
Throughout the entire spring, Bamboo Stone Pit had barely expanded its territory outward. It had not even fully cultivated half of its farmland.
Zhang Tai had devoted most of his energy to taking in refugees from the surrounding