"Xiao Chen! You must die! I will wipe out your Gu Yuan Tribe down to the last dog and chicken as a tribute to my father and brothers' spirits!"
After Xiao Chen and his companions had left, a voice, filled with a deep sense of malice, echoed from the corner of Blue Stone Street.
Two figures wearing bamboo hats revealed themselves from the darkness, one of them trembling violently with rage.
"Young tribe leader, rest assured. Once we seek help from the upper tribe, Xiao Chen will be no more than a vile insect we can squash at will," one of them tried to soothe his companion.
Upon hearing the comforting words, the trembling figure managed to suppress his rage after a great effort.
"Elder Sun Diao, do you really think the upper tribe would care about a refugee like me?" he asked.
