Wang Feng turned his face toward the east. Now, the warm wind was slowly leaving this place. Appropriately, snow has started to fall. Sometimes, the warm wind would split, and the nomadic tribes would fracture in response. One tribe would go one way, and the other tribe would go another.
The entire Yakash Tribe wanted to ride with Wang Feng. Which posed a bit of a problem. The undivided Yakash tribe, by not splitting, had reduced the land that was supposed to feed their numbers in half.
Wang Feng grumbled at the ignorant remarks of the Yakash tribe.
"Surely, a man as holy as yourself won't let your worshippers down. I'm sure we would live in plenty as long as we ride with you."
Wang Feng felt a clump in his heart. He was once again losing control over his own life. He decided to be spiteful. If they were going to be forceful, he was going to be forceful too.
