And this gaze naturally did not escape Mo Hua's eyes.
Mo Hua sighed softly in his heart.
He anticipated correctly, the Barbarian Tribes' nature is hard to change, especially for someone like Wu Sha, who is intelligent, greedy, bloodthirsty, and a tribal chieftain.
Wu Sha might not lack "loyalty" towards him.
But deep within, he harbors profound greed.
Loyalty is sincere, and greed is deeply rooted as well, even Wu Sha himself cannot suppress his thoughts.
In his presence, Wu Sha might be "loyal."
But given the wrong opportunity, he could also betray due to greed.
This is the mindset of most grown Barbarian Cultivators.
Thus, they cannot be allowed to stop.
If they are "wolves," they must be driven to continuously conquer.
Mo Hua's expression was stern as he slowly spoke:
"In seven days, you will lead the Wulu Tribe, the Black Horn Tribe, and the recently subdued He Jin, Qilian Tribes to continue westward and conquer the Third Mountain Realm."
