On the night the Rat Tribe returned to their ancestral land, Jiang Xuan received news from the Vine God.
"I never expected that a random Tribal Warrior from the Rat Tribe I once subdued would really reunite the fragmented Rat Tribe."
Jiang Xuan stood in front of the altar, looking quite surprised, as this kind of thing relied more on luck.
"So, does this mean we'll have a vassal tribe in the Central South Wilderness in the future?"
"Yes." The voice of the Divine Vine was neither happy nor sad, extremely calm.
Jiang Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Vine God, I have a suggestion."
"Speak."
Jiang Xuan said, "Vine God, you see, although our Vine Tribe is developing quickly, it will still take some time to assertively enter the central region and withstand the suppression from other tribes. The Rat Tribe in the central region is a tribe that everyone despises, making it easy for other tribes to target."
