Outside the great tent, rain poured down.
Thunder rumbled in waves, and lightning tore through the night sky, bathing the lands of the Barbarian Tribe in silver light.
The fierce wind swept through, yet it could stir only the slightest ripples within the Black Bear Tribe. The hems of the Barbarian warriors guarding the tent entrance did not move.
Muhage sat sprawled imposingly on the King's Throne, looking down at Chen Yi. His expression relaxed somewhat as he asked, "How does Mr. Song wish me to help you?"
Chen Yi leaned back, his spine still straight. A smile filled his face, which was not handsome but possessed a steady composure. "Your Highness must have heard of the internal strife in the Poshushuo Kingdom. King Landu, the Imperial Dragon Master's disciple, has led a band of Horse Bandits against the Royal Court, with considerable success so far."
"In my view, they will reach the Royal Court before long."
Muhage watched him without a word, though he could not conceal the trace of disdain in his eyes.
In the eyes of the Barbarian Tribe, the Poshushuo Kingdom and the Wa Kingdom alike were nothing more than ants.
Never mind someone like him, the Barbarian Tribe's Left King-even a handful of Barbarian warriors sent to the Poshushuo Kingdom would make those spineless wretches obediently bow their heads.
By comparison, the Central Plains were the true thorn in the Barbarian Tribe's heart.
Though Muhage was unwilling to admit it, that was the truth. Over countless years, dynasties had risen and fallen in the Central Plains, and whenever disaster struck, people always emerged who could turn back the raging tide.
To take a recent example, before the Qianyang Dynasty fell, the Central Plains' Nine Provinces and Three Prefectures had been mired in chaos. The Barbarian