Abatai was the leader of the Zha'erzi Tribe, and likewise a Gushan Ezhen enfeoffed by the Great Ling royal court.
Compared with Tumege, Zha'erzi was far more powerful, with nearly three thousand able-bodied men, and compared with Zhayan, Abatai was much younger, only just over thirty this year.
Zhayan's hatred of Zha'erzi mainly came from two sides. On one side, Abatai, this junior, showed very little respect to him, his senior; the two had met many times before, and he had felt Abatai's arrogance every time.
On the other side, Zha'erzi had grown stronger and stronger, already far surpassing Tumege.
One must know that ten years ago, Tumege had been much stronger than Zha'erzi. Back then, the leader of Zha'erzi had still been Abatai's father, and Abatai's father had always treated Zhayan as a brother.
But ever since Abatai became leader, Zha'erzi had grown stronger and stronger, and by now had already far surpassed Tumege.
The former little brother had become stronger than him and showed him less and less respect—that was the reason Zhayan loathed Zha'erzi.
This time, the two sides had become neighbors. At first, Zhayan had felt extremely uncomfortable, but no matter how uncomfortable he was, he could not drive Zha'erzi away. After all, Zha'erzi was already stronger than Tumege, so he could only force himself to swallow that breath.
However, now was clearly not the time to dwell on that. At this moment, Zhayan and Tumege urgently needed Zha'erzi's support.
Inside the Zha'erzi settlement.
Abatai sat in the felt tent, looking at the Tumege warrior who had come to seek reinforcements, an incomparably grave expression appearing on his slightly thin face.
Yesterday, he had received Zhayan's request. To be honest, at the time, he had not cared much.
First, because he did not like Zhayan either,