The Rock-Piercing Stockade was also one of the most powerful tribal stockades in the Black Rock Mountains. Its population exceeded ten thousand, and it had eleven Wizards and more than a thousand Warriors.
Even after swallowing up the Flower-Foot Barbarians, the forces under Tang Changsheng's command amounted to only a fifth of theirs.
That was not the worst of it. The real trouble was that the Rock-Piercing Stockade worshipped not an Ancestral Spirit, but an Ancestral God!
And the Rock-Piercing Stockade was extremely far away—nothing like the distance of "two hills over" that Fu had described. According to the caravan, it lay more than three hundred li away in a straight line. Reaching it on foot would take over ten days.
"Saving him is going to be troublesome!" Tang Changsheng weighed his strength. A rescue was not impossible, but it would be all too easy to expose himself...
If that happened, even if he saved the man, he could no longer remain in the Hongdong Tribal Stockade. He would have to flee for his life.
Besides, the caravan had left the Rock-Piercing Stockade quite some time ago. Had the man already been killed?
And if Tang Changsheng rushed there now, the journey would take several more days. Would he make it in time?
These were all things he had to consider. He could not act on a moment's hotheaded impulse.
But leaving someone to die without helping did not sit well with his conscience. More importantly, if he failed to save the man and the man revealed his whereabouts, matters might turn ugly!
After all, Tang Changsheng had parted ways with Gu Junjie and the others not too far from there. If their enemies cast a wide net in search of Outerworld Demons, they could easily notice the recent upheaval