Song Chongjin's group returned to the camp with great enthusiasm along the way.
The hot-tempered ones started cursing as soon as they were back, cursing the ancestors of the King of the Grasslands up and down the eighteenth generation.
The more composed ones came over to ask Song Chongjin, "Lord Song, given the current situation, what should we do?"
Song Chongjin sneered, "A bunch of fools who have no idea of the situation, really think we are begging them! Since that's the case, let's cool them down for a few days, it'll do them good to clear their heads!"
Some worried, "But with things stirring up like this, how do we account to the Capital City?"
