With the Lanji Tribe's Guardian God slain by Li Chang'an, and their elite soldiers routed and scattered in terror on the mountain, it was the perfect opportunity to invade the Lanji Tribe and seize their resources.
Over the next half a month, the Fusang Tribe hauled back cattle and sheep, loads of grain, and all sorts of miscellaneous goods that filled their storehouses to the brim.
It was the first time in many years that the Fusang Tribe had been so prosperous.
However, the attitude of the neighboring tribes was strangely furtive, as if they were plotting something in secret.
Cang Shan had apparently guessed what they were up to.
The day before the ceremony, he sought out Li Chang'an. "Lord Guardian God," he said, his voice heavy with worry, "we've reclaimed most of the Lanji Tribe's resources, but we still haven't seen any sign of their elite troops... I think they've likely gone to other tribes to call for reinforcements!"
Hearing this, Li Chang'an smiled. "And so?"
