Dusk fell.
The Fire Fist Migration Team gradually came to a halt and set up camp on the spot under the guidance of the three cargo trucks from the Cloud Firmament Investigation Team.
Wang Qi assigned some people to help with odd jobs, while the rest moved aside to stand guard and keep watch.
He himself came over grinning, carrying two bags of cured beef in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other.
"Boss, you had me send people over to inform Clan Leader Zhang Tai of the High Priest's death, but you also kept quiet about your arrival. If Clan Leader Chu comes after me later, I'll be in a difficult position."
"Then why are you still smiling and coming to me for a meal?" Su Mo asked without looking up as he took toiletries out of his bag.
"It's difficult, but it's not impossible."
Seeing that everything had already been settled, Su Mo still joked around with him instead of putting on the airs of a Level Four High Priest.
Wang Qi immediately beamed and launched into a stream of chatter. "I've thought it through, Boss. Since you've decided to join the Union Division, I'll follow you. The Cloud Firmament Tribe won't miss one little priest who runs errands and does odd jobs anyway. Those old geezers talk about seniority every time they open their mouths and age every time they shut them. They practically wish the priesthood were filled with nothing but forty- or fifty-year-old fossils. Besides, I only managed to make a name for myself by risking my lousy life. I don't owe them any favors. Since they don't want to keep me in the Cloud Firmament Tribe and give me a position, I'll follow you to the Union Division and live the