"I never expected her to be such a formidable female warrior."
"She must be a genius here to attend the Beichen Grand Ceremony, a guest of the Beichen Tribe. That Young Master Kun Ming clearly just kicked an iron plate..."
The surrounding Barbarians immediately backed away in awe, making room around them as they murmured among themselves.
"Fang Yuan!"
Man Yue's cheeks were tinged red. She draped the dyed cloth over herself. "What do you think? Does it look good?"
"Mm-hmm, very nice..." Fang Yuan gave her a perfunctory answer, then said, "That Kun Ming has warrior guards with him, so he clearly has some influence. Aren't you worried?"
"What's there to worry about? He's not a Totem Warrior, and the two guards behind him are ordinary people. A man like that, even if he's the son of the Beichen Tribe Leader, is destined to be an insignificant nobody, just a tool for passing on the bloodline..."
Man Yue sneered. "We, on the other hand, are noble Bloodline Warriors, and we might even be chosen for the Ancestral Court. At a time like this, the Beichen Tribe will be even less likely to do anything to me, for the sake of fairness. So as long as I don't kill him, I can beat him without consequence."
"Indeed. I didn't expect you to see so far ahead..."
Fang Yuan was a little surprised. Then he thought of how Man Yue had performed during the earlier trials, and understood.
Anyone who had made it this far from the initial elite selection was no simple character.
Sure enough, before long, a patrol of warriors arrived and dispersed the crowd, as if nothing had happened.
"Fang Yuan, did you find what you wanted?"
After buying the cloth, Man Yue asked curiously.
"No. There's