Lugu stared deeply at Mo Hua, his expression calm, seemingly unmoved. He merely asked in return:
"You want me, a general of the Shugu Tribe, to kill the Great Chieftain of the Shugu Tribe?"
Mo Hua shook his head. "Not simply 'kill.' It is 'revenge.'"
Lugu sneered. "What is the difference?"
Mo Hua said, "If you kill the Great Chieftain, that is rebellion against your superior, causing unrest. But if you kill the Great Chieftain to avenge your brother, that is for brotherhood and tribal justice. On the surface, both are killing, but in essence, they are as far apart as heaven and earth."
Lugu's eyelids twitched as he listened. It was clearly a string of demonic nonsense, yet it sounded perfectly reasonable.
But Lugu still did not state his position. Instead, he looked coldly at Mo Hua and said, "Are you trying to drive a wedge into the relationships within my Shugu Tribe?"
Mo Hua asked him in return, "Do the relationships within your Shugu Tribe even need me to drive a wedge into them?"
The general's merit overshadowed his lord.
The Great Chieftain had slaughtered the donkey once it had finished grinding the millstone, killing an entire Main Tribe.
There truly was nothing left in that relationship to sow discord into.
Lugu had no answer, but he remained silent.
Mo Hua looked at him and asked gravely, "You do not dare? You fear the Great Chieftain's power, cherish your own reputation, cling to your position as general, and do not dare avenge your brother against the Great Chieftain who murdered him? Do you want to be a coward? A lackey who tucks his tail and begs for favor before the Great Chieftain?"
Blood-red fury rose in Lugu's eyes as he glared at Mo Hua.
Seeing he had pushed