Mutiny

Late at night.

The night was as dark as ink.

Within Yun Tian Pass, all was silent save for the howling wind.

The leaders of many tribes quietly gathered together.

"Hmph! That Xiong Ju is a real piece of work, using the Country Lord's Golden Scepter to lord it over us!"

The chief of the Purple Scorpion Tribe complained bitterly.

"Exactly."

"Alas, we bleed on the front lines, yet the royal court can't even protect our tribes. How are we supposed to keep fighting this war?"

Listening to these voices of discontent,

the old man from the Xuan Wolf Tribe glared fiercely at everyone.

"Watch what you say! If these words get out, no one will be able to protect you."

The tent fell silent at once.

After a long while, the chief of the Purple Scorpion Tribe spoke again.

He leaned close to the old man from the Xuan Wolf Tribe and lowered his voice. "Brother Xuan Wolf, tell me, what should I do? I can't eat or sleep. I lie awake all night, terrified that the next news to reach me will be that my Purple Scorpion Tribe has been wiped out. If this goes on, I'll go mad!"

"You're not the only one. Aren't we all in the same boat?"

"By now, I reckon only Chituli and Shuize Tu can still sit tight."

Someone let out a cold laugh. "Of course they can sit tight. Their royal tribes are powerful and prosperous, with countless experts. That lot wouldn't dare cause them trouble. It's only us who get the short end of the stick."

"Then are our people just supposed to sit around and wait to die?"

The chief of the Purple Scorpion Tribe clenched his fists and cried out angrily.

"What else can we do? Do you