Asutai had no grand scheme in mind, nor did he worry about "striking a stone with an egg."
He had not even figured out whether there was anyone else behind Zeng Zhifeng.
All he possessed was the bravery of a Barbarian Tribe warrior and the hatred of watching his kin die miserably before his eyes.
His target was Zeng Zhifeng alone.
"Revenge. I... revenge!"
"He... deserves to die!"
With a low growl, Asutai smashed his fist into Zeng Zhifeng once more.
His beastlike eyes fixed on Chen Yi.
Fierce, bloodthirsty, with a faint trace of pleading—his entire heart wanted Zeng Zhifeng dead.
Chen Yi raised a hand to signal him to calm down, smiling as he said, "I can help you, but you need to understand that this is a transaction."
Asutai nodded forcefully. "I know. Transaction."
"Like... when we burned that grain, it was also... a transaction."
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly and pointed at Lü Jiunan on the other side. "Was he the one who made the deal with you?"
Following the direction of his finger, Asutai looked over. Confusion appeared on his face, which carried both childishness and maturity, and he shook his head. "No. Not him."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Yi described Ge Muxiao's appearance.
Asutai still shook his head. "It was... friend."
"Friend?"
"Yes. He was outside the cage. He told me that if I burned the grain, I could escape."
"Do you remember what he looked like? His height and age?"
"This... tall. Looked... thin. White clothes. Very gentle..."
Asutai gestured as he haltingly described the man's appearance.
It was not especially clear, but Chen Yi could still form a rough outline in his mind.
A man in white, around Chen Yi's height, thin, somewhat older than him—likely middle-aged.
"A gentle