A few white clouds drifted across the azure sky.
Beneath the clouds, on Luoyun Mountain, trees cast deep shadows and a brisk wind swept across the land. Nearly a thousand Vermilion Flame Wolves lay hidden within.
The Vermilion Flame Wolves watched Fang Yang's group, not daring to make a rash move, merely observing in silence.
As soon as Fang Yang returned to the main camp on Luoyun Mountain, he wrote a letter.
He instructed the White Feathered Eagle tribe to take this opportunity to secretly recruit able-bodied men from vanquished tribes, especially those with families to support.
Fortune and misfortune were two sides of the same coin, each transforming into the other.
Ostensibly, the White Feathered Eagle tribe could not expand its strength with great fanfare.
But behind the scenes, they could do just that.
'Seven thousand people, including three thousand elite soldiers!'
This was the directive Fang Yang gave to Lu Yao.
