"Main God! According to His Majesty's Divine Revelation, as long as we cross the territory of the 'Jurchen Tribal Alliance,' we can reach the 'Joseon Tribal Alliance' and the 'Great Ming Han Tribal Grand Alliance'... Then the 'Solon Sanda tribes' that the Great Chieftain of the Cold Swamp Tribe spoke of should be component tribes of the 'Jurchen Tribal Alliance'? But why are these Jurchen tribes so chaotic?..."
Zuwaro frowned slightly and sank into a long silence. Naturally, he would not lightly believe the Great Chieftain of the Cold Swamp Tribe's words. He would definitely have to go to the Western Sea continent across the strait and trade and investigate for himself. At the same time, however, he also raised the vigilance in his heart to its highest point, suppressing the adventurous impulse that surged up now and then from deep within him.
"The Great Chieftain is right! If we go straight south, pass through the Sanda Coast for who knows how far, through who knows how many Sanda tribes, and head directly to the 'Joseon Tribal Alliance' to trade, we still don't know how the other side will react... That truly would be going with no return, far too risky!... Though he seems not to know of the Joseon tribes' existence. And everything he said tonight clearly has another purpose..."
The Great Chieftain of the Cold Swamp Tribe sat to one side, drinking the Fruit Wine in his hand mouthful by mouthful. He looked red-faced and drunk, but in truth he drank at an unhurried pace, waiting patiently. Only after Zuwaro had sorted out his thoughts did he belch wine and ask with a smile.
"Grandfather! Is there anything else you want to know? I'll tell you everything I know, clean as the droppings of a tit above your