The chief looked Man Yu up and down.
A sharp glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes. He said, "The Guardian God has been waiting for news of you for many years. Since you've returned safely now, come with me and atone to the Guardian God!"
The chief was very old.
For years, the matter of a successor had been a headache for him.
The Fusang Tribe was currently caught between a rock and a hard place. The escalating conflict with the Nine-Tower Mountain Tribe was a huge source of danger.
And he was merely a leader of average talent and courage.
In times of peaceful development, he might have been competent enough for the position of chief.
But now, when it was crucial to boost the soldiers' combat strength and the tribe's unity, there was very little he could do with his current abilities and boldness.
Therefore, he and the Elder Council had always believed that the next chief to succeed him must be a strong individual with skill, courage, and the ability to win wars.
