Lin Yufeng snorted coldly and complained in a low voice, "If the Sand Fox Clan hadn't often secretly supplied us with part of our provisions, the main family would probably have long since become their one-man show! The few ancestors never emerge, and those supreme elders are all the sort to smooth things over. Our direct bloodline is always being bullied by them until we can't raise our heads."
Lin Qi coughed violently several times. He stared at the two patriarchal temple priests in astonishment, then rolled his eyes helplessly.
For such a simple reason, they had allowed people like Lin Bule and Lin Buxi—people Lin Qi wanted to make vanish from the face of the earth the moment he saw or heard them—to run rampant within the clan? Well, the Sand Fox Clan had always said that Tiger Clan brutes were nothing but lumps of well-developed muscle. It seemed that was indeed true.
Wasn't it just food, military equipment, and potions? How many clansmen did the Tiger Clan have? A million? Ten million? A hundred million?
With the three great provinces of the Blood Qin Empire, Qingli Kingdom's vast fief, and such an enormous stretch of territory in the Dragon Mountain Empire under his control, whose supplies could Lin Qi not provide? Lin Qi's gaze turned incomparably inscrutable, while Donkey's eyes gleamed. He muttered softly to himself, "Isn't it just for a bit of supplies? Lord Donkey will bury them alive in money, crush every last one of them to death! You little bastards, your bad luck is coming!"
As they talked along the way, Lin Qi unknowingly followed the two temple priest patriarchs to the end of the valley.
This valley was called Tiger Valley, the foundational heartland of the Tiger Clan's main family. Several million clansmen of