Die?
Han Dingyi was stunned.
"Patriarch, the Han Mountain Tribe can't do without you…"
Before he could finish, Han Muye smiled and said, "Without my help in these 500 years, hasn't the Han Mountain Tribe developed very well?"
The current Han Mountain City was very prosperous, with tens of millions of Golden Crows alone.
In the city, various tribes, various groups from the Great Desolate, now had millions coexisting.
The daily flow of goods was enormous.
These were related to Han Muye, but not to a great extent.
For 500 years, he mostly stayed in Han Mountain City, not taking action.
"I'm not stripping away my relationship with Han Mountain City." Seeing Han Dingyi's nervous expression, Han Muye smiled and patted his shoulder lightly.
"I'm going to leave the Han Mountain Tribe quietly and travel through the Great Desolate to hide my identity. That way, I'll be safer."
I see, Han Muye thought.
