Outside the Heaven-Earth Furnace, the many elders of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe hovered in the air, their expressions grim.
Following behind them were the chosen prodigies from every branch who had entered the Heaven-Earth Furnace.
Among these grim-faced elders, Elder Nie Qi followed at the rear with an easy expression.
Compared to the many elders busy siphoning benefits from within the tribe, an old man like him, with few desires, naturally had no reason to be so anxious.
His branch had always devoted its efforts to exploring new spaces beyond their borders. The squabbles over benefits within the tribe had little to do with him.
Even if things truly reached the worst possible point, bluntly speaking, if he led his own elites away, would the territory they already possessed in Chaos City be unable to support this group?
With enough confidence behind him, he naturally had far less to fear.
Not to mention that, judging from the information revealed so far, no matter how things unfolded, the situation favored him.
Nie Qing had seemingly gained the recognition of one of the tribe's ancestors, who had intervened to help him obtain the qualification to inherit the position of tribe chief.
Once Nie Qing was elected, the plan they had previously conceived to save the tribe would undoubtedly have a legitimate stage upon which to unfold.
Better still, they would have a chance to address the entrenched ills within the tribe that they had seen before but been unable to remove.
The only thing they needed to worry about was whether these old fellows would leap over the wall in desperation.
But it was not as though nothing could be done about that.
His years outside had not meant he had no contact whatsoever with the tribe in Sky River City.
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