Chi Feng stood where he was without moving, only secretly shielding Danzhu with the aura of the Golden Core Middle Stage.
Danzhu's expression was cold and stern.
Bi Jie's eyes flickered. "What? Does your Danque Tribe truly want to fight my Bifang Tribe?"
Danzhu said calmly, "I have already said it. Our Danque Tribe only wants to save people."
Bi Jie turned and glanced at the Stone Hall behind him. "You mean the clansmen of your Danque Tribe are also inside this Stone Hall?"
Danzhu said, "This is the Shugu Secret Tribe. We have searched everywhere else, and there was nothing. The only place we have not searched is this Stone Hall."
Bi Jie suddenly understood, then said with a cold laugh:
"I get it. Your Danque Tribe is deliberately picking a fight. Saving people is just a pretext. Your goal is also to enter this Stone Hall, isn't it? Otherwise, the lives of a mere one or two hundred lowly clansmen from a small tribe would actually be worth such a grand mobilization from you?"
Danzhu only felt that there was no reasoning with this Bi Jie.
Elder Bashan, beside him, snorted coldly. "Our Danque Tribe is not like your wolf-hearted, dog-lunged Bifang Tribe, who would watch your own clansmen die and refuse to save them." Bi Jie pointed his savage blade at Bashan, his gaze ferocious, and said contemptuously:
"Where did this running dog come from? I am speaking with your master. Is it your place to interrupt?"
Elder Bashan smiled coldly. "A thing like you is worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as our Young Master? If not for the fact that you happened to be three or four decades older and luckily entered the Golden Core Middle Stage, you would not even be qualified