Seeing Mu Rui's astonishment, a trace of smugness flashed through his eyes. He began rattling on, as if taking the opportunity to pour out all his grievances against the Firmament Division and Union Division in one go.
Six years ago, when Xia Fenghan had first arrived at Rift Number Thirty-Seven, he was still a Level Three Priest. Under the pretext of "lending a hand," he joined the He Tu Tribe.
Yet in only half a year, the He Tu Tribe quickly changed hands. After a sweeping purge, it was renamed the Cloud Firmament Tribe.
At that time, the Cloud Firmament Tribe split into three divisions.
The Cloud Division, led by Xia Fenghan, was the weakest. Only two priests were willing to follow him.
The Firmament Division, meanwhile, gathered eighty percent of the He Tu Tribe's priests and was the strongest.
As for the Union Division, most of its members were neutral parties with no interest in fighting for power. They helped neither side.
The Firmament Division naturally looked down on Xia Fenghan's underhanded seizure of power, and the two sides secretly fought for three whole years.
However, with the support of the Cloud Tribe, Xia Fenghan grew stronger the more they fought.
At first, some old diehards in the Firmament Division had complained, believing that the Cloud Tribe was bullying the weak with superior strength.
Yet as the Cloud Firmament Tribe grew stronger and entered the ranks of the six great tribes, those voices gradually disappeared.
Xia Fenghan simply hadn't chosen to settle accounts while he had the chance. Instead, he had buried countless conflicts that would hinder the Cloud Firmament Tribe's continued development.
The most obvious manifestation within the tribe was how Wang Qi was looked down upon and ostracized by the old diehards.
"Priest Wang Qi had his