Just then, Lu Yu, curled up on the ground, suddenly let out a strange laugh.
Mingwei frowned slightly and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"Brother Yan Lai has come, of course," Lu Yu said, staring at Mingwei with a faint, eerie gleam in his eyes.
Mingwei sneered. "So what? Yan Lai is no match for me either... but you exiles actually muddled your heads enough to follow the Xuanyuan Clan!"
The Xuanyuan Clan ranked second in this world, but there was still a considerable gap between it and the Wa Clan.
Mingwei, in particular, had almost no equal in this world. Even Old Jin and Yan Lai fell a notch short of her.
"What else could we do? Have you ever spared a glance for our little clans?" At those words, Lu Yu suddenly roared, his expression twisting savagely. "You great clans do nothing but squeeze us exiles out, step by step. Even with this chance to escape, did you ever consider taking us along? To tell you the truth, I don't believe the Warden Clan will really let us leave just because we stop you. But if we can't leave, then none of you bastards will either!"
As they watched Lu Yu roar, a peculiar look flickered across the faces of Mingwei, Old Jin, and the other exiles.
Over the years, apart from the ten highest-ranked clans, the smaller clans and even their exiles had been squeezed mercilessly...
After all, it was a clan's exiles who sustained its development, and the differences in their strength were plain to see. Although many small clans chose to band together, they still could not contend with the great clans above them, especially behemoths like the Wa Clan and the Chi You Clan.
Whenever their small clans' room to survive was squeezed