Especially after being watched by those faintly reddish eyes, he felt a chill run through his entire body.
"He went to contact the Black Water Tribe and the Green Fang Tribe. Today should be the day he returns."
Upon hearing the report from the person beside him, Bazir Rakwo lowered his eyelids and said nothing more. Yet the servant who had answered beside him became terrified.
Those in power were impossible to fathom.
That perfectly described the feelings of the man reporting at this moment.
Heaven knew why the Clan Leader had suddenly begun paying attention to his eldest son.
More importantly, Young Clan Leader Yi Zewen De's temperament had changed. He had become terrifyingly gloomy, even more frightening than the Clan Leader in their eyes.
"Black Water... Green Fang..."
His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of the White Bone Seat as Bazir Rakwo slowly rose.
He stood two meters tall, clearly more powerfully built than those around him, though nowhere near as imposing as the White Armor Tribe.
A heavy black cloak covered his entire body. His narrow scarlet eyes narrowed as he calmly gazed ahead.
At the end of his sight stretched a vast sea of torches.
Using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.
"Sol, do you think he is still my, Bazir Rakwo's, descendant..."
The Clan Leader of the Red Stone Tribe suddenly said this without warning, and panic instantly appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in a red robe beside him.
"Of course he is the heir to your noble bloodline. A fledgling eagle must eventually leave beneath the wings of its father. In my view, Young Clan Leader, this is a sign that he is about to soar into the skies."
Hearing the reply at his side, a trace of a