A few days ago, Aherla crossed the mountains and forests, riding a horse and leading his tribespeople all the way to the Great Fish Creek, which was mentioned by his tribe. After summoning the tribal witch to drive away the wild beasts in the mountains, allowing the tribespeople to set up camp, an elder from his tribe came to persuade him to return.
"My king, east of the Great Fish Creek is the territory of the Demon Sect, best we turn back!"
Aherla's eyes bulged, and animal teeth and jade stones on his body collided with each other, making tingling sounds as he angrily said:
"Old fool, do you want to go back and fight to the death with that malicious wolf Ganixi? Carry your head to Li Mountain to die? Or can you use witchcraft to fly across Wangyue Lake and find a place for these nine hundred tribespeople to settle?"
The elderly man immediately fell silent and returned to the group with a sigh.
