"Tippy, do you know her?"
Fang Heng stroked his chin, a hint of puzzlement crossing his brow.
Among all the major tribes, the Soul tribe was the most mysterious, and Fang Heng had the least interaction with them before.
It seemed like an unusual person had arrived.
What could their purpose be?
When Tippy mentioned letting the tree spirit tribe discuss a plan before coming to him, it was more of a delaying tactic to stabilize the tree spirit tribe.
In his view, it would take at least ten days or even half a month for the four major tribes to discuss a plan. It was even possible they might flip the table and attack directly.
He hadn't expected the tree spirit tribe to come knocking so quickly.
Fang Heng rallied his spirits.
"Let's go, we'll meet her."
...
In the reception hall, Fang Heng saw the young woman sitting across from him.
Tippy, the elder of the Soul tribe.
