Central South Wilderness, Red Ant Tribe.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
Next to a large tree, Qie Ye kept pounding the trunk with his fists, with such heavy force that dead branches and leaves were shaken off.
Nearby Red Ant tribal warriors watched this scene and nodded with smiles.
Ever since the Elder's death, Qie Ye seemed like a different person, no longer lazy and idle, and no longer doing attention-seeking things.
Everyone believed that Qie Ye had grown up and finally become mature and sensible.
However, the leader of the Red Ant Tribe, Gu Li, was very worried about this. He would rather Qie Ye stay lazy than work so hard.
Being lazy was just irritating to the eye, but working hard was for doing something that could affect the entire Red Ant Tribe.
Doing great things could result in death, and the success rate was very low.
Gu Li did not want to see Qie Ye take risks.
