"All Beamon, and they dare to be on the opposing side? Even going to be under someone else's command?" Liu Zhenhan was somewhat angry, "Where is the tribe leader of the Harpy's? What has he been doing?"
"This Harpy tribe has always been like owls -- infamously turning a blind eye. The young generation in the tribe are all Beamon. Even if the owl tribe leader had the intention to manage them, he lacks the ability to do so." The Tauren elder sighed, "Our Buer Tribe is also in a similar situation. The noble rhino people who were supposed to protect us when we crossed Ladder Mountain and the rocky trench have all perished in valiant sacrifice. We Antelope and Cow-Eagle people were equal and we have no right in meddling their business. Furthermore, the Cow-Eagle people had hardly sacrificed anything and they still have several Wind Whisperers. We, the Antelope people, are old, weak or young, and have no way to control them."
