While Elder Gesang was staring at Ye Wuque, Ye Wuque also looked at Elder Gesang. Their eyes met, and something inexplicable surged in their eyes, as if only they could understand each other.

"Haha, Elder, you are so troublesome to take action."

Finally, Ye Wuque's voice with a hint of smile sounded, giving people a calming power.

After hearing Ye Wuque's words, Elder Gesang's smile on his wrinkled face became extremely bright, and the whole person seemed to be a few years younger.

"What are you waiting for? Clean up this place immediately, and don't let these filthy things disturb the Valley Master's elegance."

Immediately, Elder Gesang waved his sleeves and said to Badulu, Aguli and others, which immediately awakened all of them from a dream and returned to reality from the boundless shock and confusion.

"Yes, yes!"

Badulu was the first to react. Although he was still a little confused and couldn't figure out the situation, he always executed the orders of the elders without hesitation.

Immediately, at Baduru's signal, several warriors of the Storm Tribe came out respectfully and began to clean up the flesh and blood on the ground with great familiarity.

As creatures living on the prairie, hunting for a living, it was naturally very simple for them to deal with these things. After almost dozens of breaths, the strong and pungent smell of blood in the golden felt tent completely disappeared, and the flesh and blood on the ground were also cleaned up without leaving any trace.

When the brand new golden carpet was laid on the ground again and arranged properly, the golden felt tent regained its gorgeousness and exquisiteness, and no one could tell that eleven people had just died here.

During the whole process, the great elder Gesang sat quietly in his seat, with a bright smile on his old face, and a turbid look in his vicissitudes of life. He looked old and weak, and seemed to lack the domineering and decisiveness when Lei Ting took action just now!

On the animal skin throne, Ye Wuque also sat quietly, sipping the fragrant butter tea, looking as if he had nothing to do with it.

But in fact, at this moment, Ye Wuque felt a faint sense of emotion for the Great Elder Gesang!

As expected of the leader of a tribe, he had great courage!!

In fact, the moment the Owl Commander and the eleven purple-armored men appeared, Ye Wuque knew that his act of impersonating the identity of the Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley was exposed!

At least the Great Elder Gesang saw through everything in an instant!

According to common sense, under the coercion of the Owl Commander and the shock of the real Nine Tribulations Valley Lord, the Great Elder Gesang and the entire Kuangfeng Tribe were most likely to attack Ye Wuque and wash away their mistakes with blood.

But the Great Elder Gesang actually attacked the Owl Commander and others with thunder, and killed them instantly without mercy! He

even falsely accused the Owl Commander of being a fake!

Decisive!

Ruthless!

Clean and neat!

In just such a short time, Great Elder Gesang made the most correct choice for himself and the Storm Tribe.

How could this not make Ye Wuque sigh?

As for the reason why Great Elder Gesang did this, Ye Wuque naturally understood it clearly.

Only strength is the kingly way!

The strength of his finger that sent Badulu flying yesterday made Great Elder Gesang deeply shocked and fearful. He knew that even if he took the entire Storm Tribe, he could not kill him at all, but would bring disaster to the Storm Tribe!

So Great Elder Gesang did it without hesitation. For the sake of the tribe, he killed the Owl Commander and others in turn, just to calm his anger and make friends with himself thoroughly.

After all, the Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley is indeed terrible, but he, Ye Wuque, is also... terrible!

If he had not shown enough strength, so strong that Great Elder Gesang was afraid, then perhaps the result in front of him would be another look.

"Come, Valley Master, I'll serve you a cup of tea instead of wine."

After the golden felt tent was completely cleaned and restored to its original state, Elder Gesang finally raised his teacup and said to Ye Wuque with a smile.

"You are too polite, Elder. I should be the one to offer you a cup."

Ye Wuque smiled and raised his teacup. The two of them saluted from a distance and drank the fragrant butter tea tacitly.

Then, both of them seemed to have completely forgotten everything that had just happened. Elder Gesang didn't seem to worry at all that he had killed the Owl Commander and offended the real Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley.

The atmosphere became harmonious again. Elder Gesang was old and had a rich and colorful experience. He kept telling about his experiences when he was young, which opened Ye Wuque's eyes and also taught him a lot.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was afternoon.

Until a certain moment, when Ye Wuque gently placed the teacup in the center of the wine table, he who had been sitting upright slowly stood up from the animal skin throne.

Seeing this, Great Elder Gesang seemed to understand something and also stood up.

"Great Elder, I remember your hospitality over the past two days, but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and I should leave."

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Great Elder Gesang, and said with a faint smile.

Great Elder Gesang's cloudy and vicissitudes eyes turned slightly, and then nodded and sighed: "It seems that the Valley Master has made up his mind to leave. I understand. Haha, I have lived a lifetime and experienced too many things of separation. Although I fell in love with you at first sight, I know your ambitions. In this case, I will naturally not keep you, but for the Valley Master, my Kuangfeng tribe will always maintain the greatest friendship! If one day the Valley Master is tired, as long as he returns to the Changsheng Grassland, the door of the Kuangfeng tribe will always be open to the Valley Master!"

After saying this, Great Elder Gesang bowed slightly to Ye Wuque again and saluted with his chest.

"Okay! I remember the good intention of the elder, so I'll take my leave now..."

Ye Wuque glanced at the elder Gesang with a deep and brilliant look, and walked out of the golden felt tent in one step under the flickering eyes of the elder Gesang.

Then the whole Kuangfeng tribe became noisy, because everyone knew that the leader of Jiujie Valley was leaving.

Badulu and Aguli were the most reluctant to leave, but they still followed behind to see him off.

When the elder Gesang slowly walked out of the golden felt tent and came to the exit of the Kuangfeng tribe, it was already surrounded by countless tribesmen!

Everyone made way for Elder Gesang. At this moment, at the end of the old man's sight, he could only see a faint and blurry back!

Ye Wuque walked into the void with one step, and in the blink of an eye, he walked to the end of the grassland and the sky, and then completely disappeared.

"Alas, this Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley is really a legend of amazing talent! Maybe we will never see him again in this life!"

Badulu said with emotion.

"Badulu, pass the order immediately, all tribesmen, pack up everything within three hours, and after three hours, we will migrate immediately! Leave... Changsheng Grassland!"

However, at this moment, the low but powerful voice of Elder Gesang sounded, exploding in Badulu's ears like thunder! !