The night hung low, thick clouds pressing down.
A stifling air blanketed the entire wilderness. Even the glow of the bonfires in the Black Mountain Tribe's camp seemed to have been suppressed, dimmed by a third.
A heavy rainstorm seemed to be brewing.
Inside the thatched hut, Nassar could neither sit nor stand still.
Watching Nassar pace back and forth, Qiu Ya urged, "Chieftain, Jiang Feng must be made to lie low!"
"I know Qiang Qiu Yun all too well."
"She must already be suspicious. Right now, she is surely thinking of ways to investigate and prove the existence of the Cold Sparrow Marrow."
As a descendant of the clan and Qiang Qiu Yun's elder sister, Qiang Qiu Ya knew her younger sister's nature all too well.
For her own interests and those of the clan, there was nothing she would not do.
Nassar still held onto a sliver of hope. There were not many people in the tribe who knew about the Cold Sparrow Marrow.
Only Qiu Ya, Mu Li, and Elder Hou knew that he had given the Cold Sparrow Marrow to Jiang Feng.
He absolutely trusted the three of them to be loyal to the tribe.
Still, he could not take the risk.
"Keep an eye on Qiang Qiu Yun for now. See what she intends to do."
"If anything seems amiss, you and Mu Li are to take Jiang Feng and leave the tribal camp at once. Hide out in the wilderness for a while."
Qiu Ya nodded. "I've already sent someone to watch her."
Just then, there came a soft knock at the hut's door.
Qiu Ya and Nassar exchanged a glance before she gently opened the door.
Standing outside was the informant Qiu Ya had stationed beyond the clan's tent.
Qiang Qiu Ya poked