As for the Silver Frost Forest, the Hundred Refinement Sect lacked the strength to venture deep into it and therefore knew little. All they knew was that a great tribe nearby, originally called the Eastern Nether Tribe, had drawn attention across northern Eastern Ridge after a young man named Mu Bai brutally killed its core force of cultivators over a tribal feud.
After suffering that slaughter, the tribe had swiftly declined, merely dragging out its last breaths. Yet not long ago, someone had slaughtered every last one of them overnight, causing another sensation.
Hearing Bai Qinghong speak of the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's ultimate fate stirred waves in Mu Bai's heart. He had wanted to slaughter everyone in the Eastern Nether Tribe himself and had only been dissuaded by his clan uncle Hai Zhan. That did not mean he could truly let it go.
But who had killed them all? Ling'er? Or Hai Chen!
Whoever had slaughtered the Eastern Nether Tribe had to be connected to Ling'er or Hai Chen. But whichever of them had done it, why would they refuse to show themselves and meet him? Was it you, Hai Chen? Where are you?
Doubts and guesses churned in Mu Bai's heart, leaving him puzzled, while Bai Qinghong continued speaking.
"The White Wolf Tribe was slaughtered too!"
"What? The White Wolf Tribe!"
Bai Qinghong's startling words nearly made Mu Bai lose his composure.
"Indeed. On the second day after the Eastern Nether Great Tribe was slaughtered, everyone in the White Wolf Tribe was also killed overnight..."
Mu Bai had harbored resentment toward the White Wolf Tribe too, hating them for standing by with their hands tucked in their sleeves while his tribe was slaughtered. It was precisely that resentment that had kept him from accepting Wu Meng, but it