The annihilated small tribe's blood turned to ash, a scene of desolation.
The towering Elder Ba Shan spoke with anger:
"Young Master, we must hurry to chase them down, strip the skin and tendons of those Shugu thieves, to comfort these tribesmen's souls in the heavens."
Beside him, the composed Elder Ba Chuan nodded solemnly, "If we don't pursue swiftly, these Shugu thieves might vanish without a trace."
Dan Zhu's gaze was sharp as he nodded, "Alright."
But the ensuing problem was that they didn't know where these Shugu partisans had fled to, or where to pursue them.
After all, a day had already passed. The Shugu thieves would surely have escaped far.
If they chased in the wrong direction, they'd be going in circles, wasting a trip.
Not only would they fail to avenge, but they might also become the laughingstock of other tribes.
Elders Ba Shan and Ba Chuan decided to search the surroundings first, then determine which direction the Shugu had fled.
