"Big brother!"
Little Strange swept into the Ancient Thought City and saw Qin Chen, immediately rushing towards him anxiously.
"What happened?"
Qin Chen raised an eyebrow.
"There's trouble," Little Strange said.
"What kind of trouble?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Chen felt a pang in his heart, and his expression turned somewhat cold.
He knew that Little Strange wouldn't come looking for him for no reason, especially alone.
"An Xingming has revealed to the Demon Thought Tribe's Poison Vortex Tribe and Yin Thunder Tribe that you are the New Thought Ancestor!"
"Over a thousand people from the Qingyun Tribe are dead, and An Xingming personally killed Feng Xiu, while the others were captured by the Poison Vortex Tribe."
"I also heard that they want to capture everyone from the Wuumu Tribe and take them to the Poison Vortex Tribe!"
"Just to lure you there!!"
Little Strange narrated the whole situation in one breath!
What!!!
