"Young Master Chen, what's the story behind Xiao Lang's head?"
Chen Linjian glanced disdainfully at the still-bleeding head and said, "When I went out exploring today, this fellow and three others tried to lure me somewhere remote, kill me, and take my Space Ring. They didn't realize I was a Black Gold Rank Demon Spirit Master, though, so I killed them instead."
Nie Li curled his lip. There was no saving a fool who brought ruin upon himself. His death was no loss.
As expected of a direct-line heir and young master of one of the Three Great Peak Families, Chen Linjian had gathered a band of subordinates as soon as he arrived-and fierce warriors from the Heavenly Fortune Tribe at that.
That same day, Chief Xiao Wu gathered everyone in the Heavenly Fortune Tribe and asked whether they wanted to migrate.
Tempted by all the favorable conditions, more than ninety percent were willing to move.
After all, this place was so wretchedly poor it could make you piss blood, and people starved to death every day. Now they knew there was a prosperous city they could reach in two months along a safe route, with a Legendary Demon Spirit Master escorting them. Who wouldn't want to see somewhere new?
Naturally, they couldn't simply march off at a single command. They needed to organize and pack. Xiao Wu told everyone to go home and prepare, then organized the groups and assigned guards. He even sent his son, Xiao Kuang, to scout the safe route Nie Li had provided and clear the way for everyone.
Xiao Kuang was more than happy to do so.
Then another day passed.
Nie Li watched the sky, counting down the time.
Three, two, one.
Golden light began to appear above the Heavenly Fortune Tribe.
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