Tu Ya bit her lip and stomped her foot forcefully, as if to complain about Bazak’s indifference. She had long been accustomed to Bazak’s caring inquiries but this was the first time she was treated so coldly. The female chief, Tuoya, turned her head to look at Tu Ya, her brows slightly furrowed. A thought uncontrollably surfaced. She remembered that aside from Tu Ya, she had several other daughters. One of them was intended to be her successor and was raised by her side since childhood. That daughter was also intelligent enough, but in the end... Tuoya closed her eyes in pain. She remembered that it was with her own hands that she had personally killed that child... If that child were still alive, she would surely have outshone Tu Ya, right? She would not be like Tu Ya, so foolish. Unfortunately, once dead, they are gone, and even regrets are now useless... Dong Huiying and two others had traveled for five days through the desert and finally caught sight of the Nu Woer Tribe. From a distance, the tribe was flying white flags, which signified the mourning rites of the Chief of The Outside. It seemed the corpse of Nu Woer had been brought back, and the whole tribe was mourning for this. As they approached, Hong Xiangjun became increasingly restless. She couldn’t control her emotions, both eager to see Hong Wenbin soon and harboring a sense of fear similar to that of nearing a "human". "What are you afraid of?" The young wife bore a teasing smile, "Although Nu Woer had command over a hundred thousand troops, those troops are scattered among other tribes. Here, there are only twenty thousand." "Twenty thousand is still a lot!" Hong Xiangjun’s face looked a bit ugly, then her expression firmed up, "But no matter what, even if it’s Dragon’s Den and Tiger’s Lair, for my brother, I must venture through!" Afterwards, the three of them continued moving forward. Outside the tribe, a robust female warrior holding a Long Halberd stopped the three unidentified visitors. Hong Xiangjun felt nervous. She pulled out a bag of silver, "This sister? We three are from The Outside seeking our relatives. Our food and water are almost depleted along the way, and we hoped to purchase some from your tribe. Could you help us out?" The female warrior, weighing the money bag, which was quite heavy, said, "Fine! Come with me then!" Although the tribe was strictly guarded, this was not the first time such a thing had happened. Past merchants and travelers who had run out of supplies had traded with the Tribe of The Outside. The female warrior was well-versed in these matters. Of course, the reason the female warrior was so careless was because of the three people, one woman, one man, and one little child (yes, the little wife nestled in Haoming’s arms). From their appearance, they naturally did not seem threatening. Thus, the female warrior led the three into the tribe. They were located at the outermost part of the tribe, where tents were scattered all around. Seeing the three unfamiliar faces, people curiously poked their heads out. The three also dismounted from their camels. Haoming, as before, acted as the human wheelchair for his wife. He carried the young wife, and the female warrior looked surprised. The young wife coughed twice, feigning frailty, "I made a fool of myself in front of big sister. I have been frail since childhood, unable to control my limbs well, alas!" she sighed like a grown-up. The female warrior glanced at her but said no more, as they were just passing by after all. But at that moment, Dong Huiying started coughing violently, and Haoming looked extremely anxious, not understanding what was happening to her. It was Hong Xiangjun who, thinking quickly, said—