Where the Sea Stretches Boundless, Heaven Is Its Shore; When I Climb the Highest Summit, I Am the Peak

Late at night, outside the county town.

Outside the tents, torch flames swayed.

Inside a tent, a wood fire burned, roasting a haunch of venison whose aroma filled the air.

Wearing a black eye patch, Ye Hao had stripped off his wet clothes and stood naked.

He dried his clothes by the fire as he ate the venison.

In the main tent, several bandit commanders had gathered.

A map lay on the table as they discussed their attack plans.

Ye Hao was the leader elected by these bandits, who called themselves a righteous army.

Of course, only a handful of people knew.

His position as leader of this righteous army was purely for show.

The one who truly gave the orders was the Yi Tribes' envoy behind him.

Ye Hao gathered the commanders' opinions, then rose to find the Yi Tribes' envoy.

At that moment, the Yi Tribes' envoy was performing a bizarre ritual in a separate tent.

The furnishings inside were simple: just a lamp and a carpet.

There was also a large fur spread across the ground.

The Yi Tribes' envoy was an old man with graying hair.

He wore a black, brimless felt hat and a fox-fur coat, with a white, wide-sleeved robe adorned in many colors over it.

A skull decorated his robe, and he wore coarse-cloth farmers' shoes.

His attire was exceedingly bizarre.

Ye Hao bowed respectfully. "The brothers under my command are having trouble holding on. This bone is far too tough to gnaw."

At this, he paused and glanced up at the envoy.

"They dealt with the last plague, too. If this goes on, both our food and weapons will become a problem."

After a long while, the envoy spoke slowly.

"Are you blaming me?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Ye Hao hurriedly said. "It's