Is it enough?
Huo Chang couldn't answer.
For the tribe's heritage, no amount is ever enough.
Yet looking at these piles of beast hide scrolls, wooden slips, copper slips, numbering in the tens of thousands,
It's truly more than enough.
Months ago, he clearly instructed the clan members outside to scout the shipping routes, waiting for the right moment to act.
The clan members couldn't have just listened to the words 'waiting for the right moment,' could they?
Huo Chang drew out ten or so scrolls to take a look, finding the contents varied, including travel notes, legends, cultivation technique experiences, scattered witchcraft... so many kinds.
A significant portion of them have blood stains that have already turned black.
"How could there be so many?" Huo Chang looked at Huo Tu.
"Clan Leader, Ji Land is more chaotic than imagined. Recently, the Xiaoyang Race has broken another upper-class tribe.
