"What? The people we have sent to Wind Border Stockade were all killed by the Han Chinese soldiers from White Stone Pass? Are you mad, Pilia? How dare you say such nonsense! Do you believe I'd cut your head off?!"
In a gorgeous tent among the Tuli Tribe, Tuli leaned forward on his tiger leather seat as he glared at a pale-faced military officer from his tribe who was kneeling on the ground. Tuli had a furious expression on his chubby face. The fat on his face sagged and was hanging from cheekbones due to his old age. Hence, the chief of the Tuli Tribe looked like a mad bulldog as he laughed angrily.
