Gray Edge didn't even lift his head as he pointed in a direction—the nearest settlement, its city walls towering high, defenses tight.
"Your place looks pretty big, huh? When we're tired of playing we can just crash there."
Huai Shi nodded, patted his head. "Alright, we'll go there… Also, you guys clean up a bit. See what around here is still usable, don't waste it."
Very soon, under Huai Shi's orders, everyone in Dragon Scales Village began to move.
They started turning over every single thing in Great Tooth Village, useful or not, and along the way rounded up a big bunch of Rat-men hiding in the ruins and tied them up.
Not long after, amid the chugging, smoking noise of the Steel War Chariots, the Sun Boat, covered in thick felt, was slowly dragged away and, under many scorching, greedy gazes, disappeared behind the gate of the Dragon Scale Tribe.
Ten minutes later, there was no Dragon Scale Tribe anymore.
Only the signboard of the Bahamut Sect - Talin branch slowly rose up.
