"Tribe leader, it’s him! Take revenge for me!"
The moment the man in red robes let out his final sentence, he fell to the ground dead, unable to hold on any longer. His corpse quickly withered and turned into ashes that were swept away by the wind blowing around the altar.
"I will take revenge for you."
Yan Luan looked at Su Ming’s figure formed from the man’s blood floating in the air and nodded her head.
Han Fei Zi frowned as she focused her gaze on the person. There was something familiar about him, but she could not tell where that feeling came from.
"Tribe leader, let me handle this person. He killed my people, I will bring him here," Han Fei Zi said softly with her usual cold voice.
"Alright, but you will only have two days. Don’t be late."
The married woman smiled faintly and tucked away her hair that were being blown by the wind as she spoke softly.
