A month ago, Hu Guhai had returned to the city. At the same time, the clan leader had reached this region's branch of the Tiandu division.
He wanted to investigate the Yuchi and Yue Hanjiang's identities, and put this matter to rest.
Although Hu Guhai had told him that there was nothing to worry about, in order to ensure the safety of his race, he had to be certain. However, in order not to worry anyone, he had departed secretly.
The chief of this Tiandu division branch was also an old friend of his, though their friendship was purely established on the basis of the fox race's constant tributes and gifts.
The chief looked at the worried clan leader, inwardly dismissing the latter.
"What is it? If there's something you need help with, say the word. I'll definitely help if I can."
The chief of the Tiandu division clearly looked down on the clan leader and thought he was a piece of trash.
