Hua Fengyu looked at Karen's cracked expression and finally felt a little better. Hmph~

Hearing Hua Fengyu's teasing tone, Karen looked down at her body. The bandages were still on, and she looked rather miserable.

"You're right, I really am a failure..." Thinking about her experience, Karen's originally cheerful mood vanished instantly.

Hua Fengyu looked at his instantly downcast mood and the fleeting sadness in his eyes, and pursed his lips, "Actually, it's not that bad. You're lucky to have met my sister."

“You’re right, Miss Molan is indeed my lucky charm. So, from now on, I, Karen, will treat you and your brother as my best aunts, the kind who will grant any request you have.”

To bolster her persuasiveness, Karen extended her arm and patted her uninjured right chest.

"The people of the Qiyan tribe always repay kindness!"

“Qiyan Tribe…” Hua Fengyu looked at Karen with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

“That’s right, Qiyan is both the name of the tribe and its surname. I, Eqige… that is, my father, am the chief of the Qiyan tribe. I am his third son, and also Eqige’s favorite son…”

Hua Fengyu listened quietly as Karen recounted her situation, understanding in his heart that wherever there are people, whether inside or outside the Great Wall, there will be power struggles.

As Karen himself said, he was his father's favorite son and the future heir to the Qiyan tribe.

However, above him, besides his two older brothers, were other shamans and some exceptional warriors who coveted the chieftainship.

It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. If someone tries to cause trouble or has some crooked ideas, it might be okay once or twice, but if it happens too often, they will eventually make a mistake.

Just like now, if he hadn't been forced into a corner, how could he have escaped into the pass while seriously injured?

Thinking of this, Hua Fengyu looked at Karen, whose body was wrapped in bandages, and his eyes were full of sympathy.

No wonder he has angered the public; he has hindered the interests of too many people. If he is not harmed, who will be harmed?

"Do you hate them?" Hua Fengyu couldn't help but ask, looking at Karen leaning against the pillar.

"I don't hate them. It's just a matter of the winner taking all the credit. It's just that I find their methods despicable. I can accept challenges, even life-or-death battles, but I can't forgive such despicable tactics."

Karen tilted her head back, looking at the sun overhead, her deep blue eyes narrowing slightly.

He was lucky to survive this time, so those people who plotted against him will have to bear the consequences.

In the parlance of people from within the Great Wall, it's an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, just revenge; there's no question of hatred.

Looking at the smile on Karen's lips, Hua Fengyu felt a chill for some reason.

"Do you want to retaliate?"

"Heh... Revenge? When they wanted to eliminate me, they should have thought about what would happen if they failed."

As Karen spoke, she turned to look at the slender boy beside her, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light, "Feng Yu'an Da, do you know what lives on Mount Yunmuxue?"

Hua Fengyu: "..."

Seeing Hua Fengyu remain silent, Karen didn't care. Rather than asking a question, she was talking to herself.

Legend has it that reclusive immortals live atop Mount Yunmu, in an icy palace at its summit, the closest point to the heavenly palace connected to a celestial ladder. But this icy palace is shrouded in mist, and no one has ever seen it…