"Alright! Feel free to check; only a small-minded person constantly fears that others are out to get him!"
Sangba curled his lip dismissively.
Sangba's words made Ciren Wangdui's face turn ugly! Damn it, this cursed Sangba actually dared to call him a small-minded person!
Seeing that the Village Chiefs looked at him with strange eyes, Ciren Wangdui quickly added, "One should not harbor malice, but one must always guard against others!
If it were any of you Village Chiefs here, I would certainly not suspect! Because you are all transparent and upright men, but can Sangba be called a man?
He's not even a warrior!"
Hearing this, the Village Chiefs' gazes softened somewhat as they looked at Ciren Wangdui.
Sangba snorted coldly, no longer engaging in a war of words with Ciren Wangdui, who jumped off the platform and walked to the tent, lifting the flap to inspect it thoroughly. Other than Little Song, the tent was empty.
