Li Yuan asked, "What about the other tribes?"
Zhenyan Xue replied, "Some are like gray wolves, others are like sheep."
Li Yuan nodded, and he vaguely heard voices around him.
The murmurs seemed to talk about Brother Heichi being defeated.
As he got closer, the warmth from the bonfire grew stronger.
Li Yuan's eyes became increasingly focused.
He lowered his gaze slightly, stopping in front of the tent closest to the bonfire.
Rustle~
Rustling~~
The curtain was lifted from inside, revealing a burly man sitting inside the brightly lit tent, bare-chested and wearing a bone crown.
A Sixth Grade giant wolf lay at the man's feet, its head displaying the numbers "1710~1725."
This was the Clan Leader—Zhenyan Xiong.
Just growing to this extent with flesh and blood alone, Li Yuan grew more curious...
"Brother Mu..." Zhenyan Xue gently tugged Li Yuan's sleeve, then led him in saluting, and proceeded to explain the situation clearly.
