[Seeking subscriptions and votes] Some may accuse Xiao Chen of favoritism, but in the Great Wasteland, it's a matter of routine. For a human tribe, the degrees of kinship are the real stabilizing elements of the tribe. Not practicing favoritism, would one rather practice estrangement?
"Chief."
Looking at Xiao Chen, someone echoed. Right now, the Gu Yuan Tribe had more than thirty warriors in the Blood Refining Realm, roughly equal to the number of demonic generals from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.
"Chief, the demon hordes in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range are lying dormant and our scouts find it hard to penetrate deep into the mountains. In recent days, several of our tribesmen have gone missing while patrolling the perimeters of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, yet there's no sign of the demon tribes coming down the mountain."
"Could the demon tribes be plotting something?"
"Chief, I think these demon tribes are trying to lull us into complacency."
