Standing on the cracked streets, the white-haired old granny, Aunty Snow, spoke out. "Young master Ji Ning, if River He has offended you, he deserves death. However, given that he is still young, I wonder if he might perhaps be spared?" In the struggles and battles between tribes, it was generally possible for an important person who had been captured to be released in exchange for a ransom.
Ning glanced at her coldly, not saying a word.
Aunty Snow instantly frowned. She understood that young master Ji Ning's decision to kill River He was unshakable.
"What's going on?"
"Why have the city gates been destroyed?"
"What is going on in the Riverside Tribe?"
"Look, look, that youngster is surrounded by a group of black armored guards. He must be an important figure within the Ji clan." Some of the outsiders who had come to engage in trade in Riverside City quickly began to congregate towards this direction.
