The Path of the Dragoneer

Two old men stood at the peak of the mountain that belonged to the Crow Scout Tribe. They were currently looking down at the scene playing out below. Both had white hair, but radiated extraordinary vigour. Each had four glittering totem tattoos which stretched out over their bodies, to the point where even their faces were covered.

"Hahaha! What a genius! Well played, well played."

"This kid really has a way with words. What a sharp tongue! After he becomes a vassal, we should give him the position of recruiting other vassals."

The two old men exchanged a smile. Actually, Meng Hao's performance wasn't something they would remember deeply. Every year during vassal recruiting, members of the junior generation would participate in the so-called Great War of the Crow Divinity. Other Tribe members were always more than happy to observe the excitement.