He always had a bad premonition.
Yes, theoretically, with the help of the Twelve Great Tribes, they are marshaling the middle-ranking tribes to fight the Horse-thief Gang. There's no reason to fear the Horse-thief Gang. In terms of overall combat power, the Great Wilderness side is clearly superior. The Horse-thief Gang will most likely lose more than it wins.
Otherwise, the Twelve Great Tribes would not be in charge of the Great Wilderness now.
But Yang Chen still felt uneasy in his heart, always feeling that the Horse-thief Gang had some kind of scheme, the cause of their confidence.
Third Master was too arrogant, so arrogant that it made him feel as if something was amiss. He felt it would be best to be cautious. After all, better safe than sorry.
As the Horse-thief Gang and the Twelve Great Tribes went to war, Yang Chen's current martial arts cultivation was not strong enough to change the situation. So he thought of his friend Jin Cheng in Liaocheng.
