Ten years had passed since disaster struck the tribe. Its abandoned grounds had long since fallen into ruin, crisscrossed with animal tracks. The Eastern Nether Great Tribe had sent powerful cultivators to keep watch here for three years. After Mi Yan brought Mu Bai back to bury his tribespeople, no one from the Haibei Tribe had returned. Now, ten years later, even the perpetrators had probably forgotten every last trace of the sin of exterminating a tribe.
At the foot of the back mountain, Mu Bai knelt in silence, motionless for half a day. Although nearly ten years had passed, every member of the tribe stood ever more vividly in his memory. It seemed only yesterday that Grandfather Clan Patriarch had been recounting the legendary experiences of his travels in his youth. It seemed only yesterday that wisps of cooking smoke had risen over this happy, harmonious tribe. Now only broken walls remained, and his tribespeople had become skeletons, mounds of yellow earth.
"Hai Chen, Ling'er, Uncle Hai Zhan, and all of you, I wonder whether you're well, and where you are now. I will find you and rebuild our Haibei Tribe!"
"First, let's collect this blood debt!"
Mu Bai rose, left the tribe's abandoned grounds, and headed toward the White Wolf Tribe, taking flight toward White Wolf City.
As he flew, Mu Bai still remembered Grandfather Clan Patriarch conjuring a Divine Crow to carry them to the White Wolf Tribe to deliver tribute and participate in the tournament. As a subordinate tribe of the White Wolf Tribe, the Haibei Tribe had paid its tribute punctually every year. Yet when disaster struck the tribe, the White Wolf Tribe had stood by with folded arms. Mu Bai harbored hatred in his heart!
He flew over that forest and across several mountain