Ever since dawn, the people of the Lian tribal clan had already come out of their houses, and stood by the village entrance, waiting to send off Lian Chengyu and company.
Lian Chengyu's departure symbolized the harvest of a seed they had painstakingly cultivated; hence, there were extremely high expectations by the tribe.
"Young Master is sure to win! Triumphant return! Young Master is sure to win! Triumphant return!" The members of the warrior preparation camp began to shout their slogans once more.
Hearing the chants, Yi Yun felt ashamed. He was speechless at the retardedness of the warrior preparation camp's members.
The people also began to shout a few words.
"Young Master Lian, the entire tribe will be depending on you!"
There were old men kowtowing on the ground. Also, the only witch in the village was dancing in her epileptic manner again.
