Nowadays, many such tribes have migrated, and it was intended for them to occupy the land.
The small tribes are also killed by those with Celestial Veins; the beast bones and hides from their broken tribal vaults are looted clean. The ones who did this definitely lack character.
Mu Yun's gaze fell on the other myriarchs in the hall.
"What about you?"
"Thirty-seven have disappeared."
"Commander, I lost fewer, twenty-seven!"
Boom!
Mu Yun suddenly jumped up and kicked the last Xiaoyang who spoke out of the great hall.
"You think losing fewer would earn you a reward from me?"
Mu Yun looked at the two remaining myriarchs who kept silent, losing interest in listening to their reports.
"In just half a year, over two hundred are dead. In a year, wouldn't it be five or six hundred? How am I supposed to explain this to the Vein Master?"
"How many Celestial Vein Martial Artists does the Mu Kang Branch truly have? How can we bear such disappearances?"
