Mengshan War Division.
At this moment the entire tribe was already in chaos, plunged into panic, with the city gate tightly closed, presenting a scene of endless apprehension.
"What should we do, what on earth should we do!"
Roaring voices came out from the Great Hall at the center of the tribe; the patriarch of the Mengshan War Division, Meng Tang, had already gone mad.
Suddenly, he came to his senses, pointed at the young man kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear, and roared again, "It's all because of your greed that such a catastrophe has been brought upon us!"
The kneeling young man was the junior patriarch of the Mengshan War Division and also the perpetrator of this disaster. By now, this middle-grade War Division's junior patriarch had already lost his regard for attention.
"Father, how was I to know the people of our tribe would do this? It's just a little resource; why would they go to the Gu Yuan Tribe to air grievances?"
Bang!