The desolate atmosphere suddenly filled the area in front of the Gu Yuan Tribe city. More and more Gu Yuan tribespeople emerged from the city, forming a circle. They glared at the few people from the Xuan She Kui Shui Tribes, clutching their weapons tightly, wishing to tear these people to pieces to relieve their hatred.
Tie Wen remained silent, his white hair fluttering on its own without any wind, lightly rising. His eyes were as black as ink, making it impossible to discern the thoughts in his heart.
"Elder, it seems to me that this Gu Yuan Tribe is nothing more than this. That Xiao Chen must have had some dumb luck" A young man from the Xuan She Tribe said to the two Blood Refining Realm warriors behind him in a dismissive voice "Perhaps Xiao Chen is intimidated by the strength of our two tribes and dares not return. I believe our chief might be overly worried.".