Chen Yi answered and strode toward the great tent that towered like a small mountain.
Besides Muhage and his mount, Black Bear Mugan, the party included a hundred Barbarian warriors and an old man dressed in hemp robes.
As Chen Yi recalled, this old man had also attended last night's bonfire banquet. His name was Bi Qi.
Compared with the towering Barbarian warriors around him, he was thin. Though ten feet tall, he stooped at the waist, leaning on a black scepter of indiscernible material and swaying as he walked.
Yet despite his decrepit appearance, his eyes were exceptionally bright, with a childlike purity that gave him a peculiar air.
The Barbarian carrying a longbow who had fought Chen Yi yesterday was also there. His name was Ji Feng.
Seeing Chen Yi approach, he instinctively touched his neck, his expression turning slightly awkward.
The sight of Chen Yi slitting Yuan Jingxuan's throat last night had been truly terrifying. Not just Ji Feng, but most of the Barbarian warriors present still felt their hearts tremble when they thought of last night's Arena.
Beyond that, they had reined in their contempt for Chen Yi and felt some awe toward him.
Among the Barbarian Tribe, who revered martial might, the strong could always earn respect, even if they were Wei People.
Chen Yi surveyed them without betraying anything, then stepped forward and saluted. "Greetings, Your Highness."
Muhage looked down at him, returned his greeting, and vaulted onto the black bear. He waved. "Move out."
Four Barbarians sounded their horns. Amid the deep, mournful notes, everyone in the tribe, men and women, young and old, dropped to one knee.
Black Bear Mugan shook his head, then lumbered slowly out of the tribe.
Bi Qi, Ji Feng, and the others followed, with Chen Yi's figure