More than a dozen horses came galloping.
"Charlatan!" Bai Ying looked ashamed.
"Very good!" Ma Yue nodded. "Now that you've realized it, the first thing you should do is report it, right?"
"I'm not sure."
"That's true. It's difficult for you to deal with the methods of a spiritual cultivator." Ma Yue waved his hand and let Bai Ying retreat. Wang Chao breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Ying was not a traitor.
Wang Chao felt a little ashamed. Why had Bai Ying realized something and not noticed it himself?
White Eagle sensed something was amiss, and so he reshuffled the captains of the four brigades. Regardless, White Eagle trusted those who were instructors. The instructors, having all grown up in Haifan City, were extremely loyal.
"Give me a reason not to send troops to destroy King Gui Luo's tribe!" Ma Yue looked at the old man opposite again.
"You said there was only one chance, didn't you?" the old man asked.
"The spirit horse is very afraid of you. I believe you are a master of spiritual cultivation." Ma Yue said, "But, I don't think that is your asset. Even if... you join a certain sacred mountain, it will be useless."
"I understand. My trump card is useless to you." The old man was very sensitive. "God, this time, I might really die."
Ma Yue understood that the Great Shaman of the Guiluo King Tribe had faked his death last time. The newly promoted Little Shaman was just a figurehead.
"And then?" Ma Yue needed a reason. This Guiluowang tribe was too annoying. Last time they targeted the Northern Branch, and now they targeted the Lingguo Island Branch. It was endless. Did they think the Sea Tribe had a good temper?
"I will give you all my tribesmen. I will take all the spiritual cultivators from our Guiluo King tribe with me. Perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope for me in the sacred mountain." The spiritual cultivators can certainly feel that their life span is coming to an end.
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