Within this funeral procession, Mu Lu counted as an insignificant person who couldn’t rank highly. As they approached the desert, the procession halted for rest and repairs. After marching on foot for two days and nights, people like Hong Wenbin were already utterly exhausted. In these two days and nights, they had not touched a drop of water, nor had they taken a single bite of dry food, and they also walked barefoot, with the hot sand burning blisters into the soles of their feet. Then these blisters would repeatedly burst and refester. Each step felt as if they were walking on the edge of a knife, so painful it was unbearable, but they had to endure it, even the slightest slowdown would result in a lash from a whip. These men, during Nu Woer’s lifetime, had all been husbands within the Nu Woer Tribe, perhaps not living in luxury, but their lives were decent enough. But when Nu Woer died, everything changed. Especially on the eve of the funeral when they had caused a minor commotion. It was because of this disturbance that they were shackled in heavy irons on their hands and feet. Mu Lu sat there, taking a bite of dry food, when she suddenly saw the man who had been serving at Hong Wenbin’s side, approaching the second leader. The two seemed to talk about something, and Mu Lu faintly heard bits of the conversation, "earn redemption for contributions," "wear guilt and strive for merit," "not wanting to die..." Afterward, Mu Lu saw a kind and affable smile on the face of the second leader while the man shyly lowered his head. Apart from Nu Woer, the great leader of the Nu Woer Tribe, there were two other deputy leaders. Nu Woer had many men during her lifetime, with varied tastes. She had captured many men from Dayuan in the Golden Triangle and had married quite a few in the desert. And this man, who appeared timid and shy... Mu Lu remembered that his surname seemed to be Rong, originally from Zhongtu, but then the great leader seemed to have taken a fancy to a man with a scar on his face, and as a result, he had fallen out of favor for a long time. However, Mu Lu didn’t know much, she was just a minor character after all and didn’t dwell on it. After Mu Lu finished her dry food, the procession started moving again. But Mu Lu noticed that the second leader, who had been at the front, had now moved to the back with his group, to the slight surprise of the third and fourth leaders. That man surnamed Rong looked back at the second leader with an anxious expression. Despite being a minor character, Mu Lu had the instinct to pursue benefits and avoid harm. She faintly felt that something was about to happen. Just a bit more ahead was the desert expanse, where the burial would take place. It seemed that the man surnamed Rong could not hold back any longer, "Second Leader!" he shouted loudly, his voice carried away by the wind. Hong Wenbin was shocked; he swiftly looked toward this man with the surname Rong. His conspirators all wore expressions of disbelief. Seeing that the second leader paid him no heed, he turned to the third and fourth leaders. "Third Leader, Fourth Leader, I have urgent news to report! They, they!" he pointed at Hong Wenbin, "They want to—" But before he could finish, suddenly a dagger plunged into his heart from behind. His face filled with disbelief, he looked down at the blade tip protruding through his chest, "You—!" Turning around to look at Hong Wenbin, he saw the handsome and scholarly man, his demeanor extremely indifferent. "You’ve disappointed me." He had not wanted to act at this moment, but the man’s betrayal forced him to push the plan forward. At that moment, Hong Wenbin’s faction, consisting of only about a dozen people, pulled out packets from inner pockets of their clothing and flung handfuls of powder into the air. The people of the second and third leaders were caught off guard, and by the time they realized something was amiss, it was too late.