1412 Men...

"Chief, Chief!" Two clansmen carrying wooden bows and arrows on their backs rushed over excitedly. "Chief, we've found traces of the Alava Tribe! Gosh, these bunch of rats are finally willing to come out of their holes for food."

"Go capture all of them!" Ahon raised his hand and bellowed, which was echoed by the resounding roars of his aggressive clansmen.

Meanwhile, after Asi left the dirt mound, he headed toward the teepee district next to their water source.

Tribes of various sizes dotted the Western Wilderness, and the clansmen of each tribe would pitch their teepees in areas of lush pasture.

However, the deteriorating environment in recent years caused clashes over territorial claims to occur every day in the Western Wilderness. People were also dying everywhere.

Three days ago, a small nearby tribe simultaneously mutated into zombies overnight. Luckily, he had already come out of closed-door cultivation and led his clansmen in a swift cleanup, which prevented the crisis from spreading.

Asi frowned, maintaining the cheerless expression on his handsome face as he opened the flap to the large teepee with a swish.

A sexy and charming figure nestled up against him, wriggling as she called out coquettishly, "Brother Asi."

Asi wrinkled his brows as he pulled off and pushed away the woman who was hanging onto him. "Go away."

His feelings of revulsion were clearly exhibited in his speech.

Achir's petite face stiffened. Afterall, she had deliberately dolled up today to see her Brother Asi.

With her unrivalled beauty and appearance, anyone who laid eyes on her would be infatuated with her.

Yet only her Brother Asi treated her with such scorn from beginning to end.

She was the peerless bright pearl of their Akedo Tribe, the foster daughter of the chief. She was born to be prideful and outstanding.

Whether it be talent or looks, she was the best among the girls her age, so she was greatly adored by countless men in the entire Akedo Tribe.

But right now, she did not mind lowering her noble head for this even more outstanding man in front of her.

"Brother Asi, I also want to go to Northern Mo with you. I have heard others say that the Northern Mo territory is vast, with colored glaze for tiles and gold strewn everywhere. I want to see such a country. Brother Asi!"

"As a woman, what are you going with a big group of men for? You won't be able to keep pace with the journey." Asi's words were full of his contempt for Achir.

Achir immediately protested, unconvinced. "I am a level-eight mystic cultivator! I am considered well-known in the entire tribe. Brother Asi, you look down on me too much. Isn't it just hurrying on with the journey? How is it possible for me to be unable to keep pace with you all?"

Asi glanced at her coldly. "Women should just stay in the teepees and just know how to service others. Do not come along to make a fuss! Additionally, there is no need for you to be stronger than men!"

Achir's eyes immediately reddened sulkily. She stomped her foot and yelled, "I'm going to tell Daddy that I must go with you all! You can't shake me off."

After saying this, she lifted the flap and ran outside, nearly running into the arms of a clansman with a stubbly beard.

That clansman immediately asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Achir."

Achir ran off without turning her head.

Meanwhile, Asi merely glanced at her back coldly, not saying anything else.

"Young Chief!"

Asi looked up and told that stubbly-bearded man, "Prepare to depart tomorrow."

"Yes, Songka will carefully carry out Young Chief's order." The stubbly-bearded man crossed his chest with his hand and reverently lowered his head in salute.