Though Jiang Yan was pleased inwardly, his expression remained cold.
The hierarchy within the Scale Feather Clan was extremely rigid. A pure red-scaled member of the Scale Clan like the one he was now impersonating certainly would not treat a mixed-scaled member of the Scale Clan like this old woodcutter kindly.
"What is your name?"
"I have no name. Everyone calls me Old Genluo."
Only certain members of the Scale Clan possessed surnames.
And in the Scale Clan's language, Genluo meant woodcutter.
It seemed that this old man's family had probably been responsible for cutting trees for generations.
"In that case, send two of your people to take us to Heavy Water City."
"My lord, we still have a timber-gathering assignment..."
Seeing the difficulty on the old man's face, Jiang Yan frowned.
On second thought, he was not particularly surprised.
This woodcutting should be an assignment from their tribe.
An outsider noble like himself naturally lacked the intimidating power of those whom Old Genluo had seen since childhood.
With that thought, he raised his hand and pointed at the great tree surrounded by several men, its trunk chopped halfway through.
A faint mark flew from his sleeve and circled the tree.
That was not all. The Sword Talisman twisted and turned, cutting through several more enormous trees nearby.
Boom! Boom! Boom! ...
The sounds of enormous trees crashing down rang out one after another.
"Damn you, lowborn scum! If you keep dawdling, you'll meet the same end as these trees!"
Seemingly cowed by the noble lord's imposing manner, as well as the several enormous trees so easily felled,
Old Genluo trembled as he kowtowed.
"Please calm your anger, my lord. Old Genluo is willing to take you to Heavy Water City."
"Hmph!"
Though Jiang Yan saw that he had agreed,