"Those are people from the Flame Tribe. What are they doing here?"
The Grand Elder's expression immediately became grave.
"Oh? So they're the Flame Tribe?"
Ning Jiang remarked. He had just been asking the Grand Elder about the power dynamics of the Underground Palace Realm and had learned of the Flame Tribe's existence.
The various tribes of the Underground Palace Realm were not at peace. In fact, they often clashed over resources.
After all, the Underground Palace Realm was only so large, and its resources were finite.
The Flame Tribe and the Eastern Tribe were sworn enemies, their feud stretching back for generations.
The Flame Tribe's sudden appearance immediately signaled to the Grand Elder and the others that there was trouble.
"East Clan Leader, just hand over the Divine Origin Fruit Tree. You wouldn't dare defy Young Master Yanluo's command, would you?"
Even before they got closer, a haughty voice drifted over.
