At this, the old Chieftain actually burst into tears, causing the Old People of the Bear Claw Tribe to well up as well.
The Chieftains from the other Tribes mostly had red-rimmed eyes. The rest had complex expressions, sighing one after another.
The old Chieftain had perfectly described their current predicament. If the Lord of High Cliff Castle hadn't come, it was unimaginable how many living souls this blizzard would have buried.
The entire High Cliff Castle contingent lowered their weapons, their gazes dropping. These Old People reminded them of their past selves. Once upon a time, they too had to worry about filling their bellies and staying warm.
They didn't even dare to think about what they would do tomorrow, because it wasn't even certain they would survive the day.
