A great disaster always requires someone to take the blame, doesn't it?
She naturally became that person. As for the truth she had discerned, in their eyes, it was nothing more than a joke.
The Fire Tribe, the foremost of the Four Great Imperial Clans, would be destroyed?
What a joke!
They had two seventh-order powerhouses and a powerful Sacred Soldier as their foundation. Who would dare to destroy them?
Even the Ancient Races wouldn't dare to make such a claim.
Jin Qiongyu didn't argue but silently bore it all. After emerging, she didn't show any emotion, merely saying, "I'm a bit tired."
Suddenly, under the moonlight, a peculiar sight greeted her—a lone figure.
It was a woman from the Human Clan. She was sitting on the back of an old ox, moving very slowly, but she seemed in no hurry.
Jin Qiongyu found this very interesting, so she leaped down.
Guang Xiaoyu, feeling the disturbance, also woke up and slowly opened her eyes, "Wilderness tribe?"
