Golden Crow Grassland, Golden Crow City.
In a splendid golden hall, a full-figured woman in a purple dress sat in the main seat, her gaze authoritative.
A moderately-built man in green robe was reporting to the woman in the purple dress, his expression solemn.
"The Golden Ape Tribe's two strongholds were attacked; all the guards were killed, and two Nascent Soul Cultivators perished. We do not know the number, cultivation, or divine skills of the enemy,"
the man in the green robe reported.
"Send word that all major tribes need to strengthen their defenses, gather their forces, and not give the Human Cultivators a chance to launch a surprise attack. By scattering Nascent Soul Cultivators, we are giving the Human Cultivators the opportunity to divide and conquer them. Call for one Nascent Soul Cultivator from each major tribe to form a team specially tasked with capturing Human Cultivators who have infiltrated deep into our Barbarian Tribe's territory,"
