Tangwuxi was not anxious at all at this moment. In fact, he even felt a little secret delight in his heart.
Although he had still very much supported Wutuo before, his thoughts had changed now. The Wuliang Tribe had suffered catastrophic losses; then shouldn't the Wuliang Royal Court have a new master next?
And among the seven great tribes of Wuliang, their Chici Tribe should now be the strongest.
All the other tribes had gone south, all had lost troops and generals at Beiyuan Town. Only their Chici Tribe had not gone south, merely holding Menghe Mountain Pass.
Of course, their Chici Tribe had not gained any benefits either. Though the other tribes had lost troops and generals at Beiyuan Town, they had also plundered a large number of supplies from Beiyuan Town.
Thinking of the Wuliang Tribe's severe losses, a surging ambition could not help but rise in Tangwuxi's heart.
Perhaps he could replace the Wuliang Royal Court as well, and establish the Chici Royal Court!
He was not the only one with such thoughts. Bai Mi of the Tatar Tribe had the same idea. Although they had lost quite a few young men at Beiyuan Town, compared to the spoils of war they had obtained, those lost young men could be completely ignored.
And there was Sang Kun of the Alaman Tribe. At this moment, he too was watching coldly from the sidelines as Wutuo withdrew to Yemi City.
Quite a few settlements of the Alaman Tribe had been plundered by Yang Mingzhen and Yang Chengze, but it had not yet reached the point of suffering heavy losses.
So in Sang Kun's heart as well, some thoughts that had never been there before began to emerge.
Meanwhile, in the Liangwang Tribe, Cui Liang and Ji Feiyu sat together,