Brothers Meet

That blood-soaked prairie was left far behind.

The blood on the prairie belonged both to the Abandoned People and to the Black Armor Running Wolf Cavalry that had slaughtered them. They had stood on opposing sides, but after death, everyone's blood was the same color, staining the grassland that gorgeous, extravagant crimson.

Those women, tougher than wild grass, had carried as much armor and weaponry as they possibly could before continuing onward toward Western Di. They had already begun to forget their dead clansmen. They laughed and talked loudly, hoping to find a sufficiently powerful tribe to join. With the weapons and armor they brought, they could swiftly make a tribe strong.

Even they themselves were assets. They were young women, and to the Abandoned People, young women were the mark of a tribe's reproduction and growth. The more young women there were, the more children they could bear, and the more prosperous the tribe would naturally become.

That was the Abandoned People. They understood no grand principles, nor did they ever worry over the nation or its people. They merely followed the oldest, most basic laws of nature, living steadfastly and diligently, passing down their own bloodline generation after generation.

No one in Lin Qi's group spoke. Lin Qi had been racking his brains over the sudden insights and palpitations he had experienced these past few days.

When he had first seen those Abandoned People, the savage, primitive, simple, and vigorous life force about them had stirred something within him. Afterward, he saw them many more times, and each time, he seemed to gain some insight. It was as though lamps were being lit within his soul.

Yet he had never been able to grasp what kind of realization it was. He knew he seemed to have reached some