Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After a hawk cry pierced the air, a well-built young man clothed in black ascended a boulder with two to three leaps. He then stretched out his left arm to serve as a perch for the diving tercel.
The tercel’s small, shining eyes darted about as it released several sharp cries.
“Congratulations to the Young Chief for taming the fiercest king of the hawks of the plains in our Western Wilderness.” A thunderous shout came from behind the young man.
When the young man turned around, the wolfish eyes buried within the bangs in front of his forehead emitted a cruel and overbearing glint.
He raised the tercel on his left arm up high.
In an instant, his several hundred personal attendants down below erupted into uproarious cheers.
“Young Chief, Young Chief! Young Chief!!”
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The young man was twenty. He was tall, and his skin a wheatish color. His hair was done up in small braids, and his facial features were chiseled and handsome.
His fitted black robe wrapped around his perfect and streamlined body, and his entire being emitted a wild, awe-inspiring, and domineering air.
“After shutting himself in closed-door cultivation for three years, the young chief shocks everyone the moment he comes out,” the chieftain of the Akedo Tribe, Ahon, who had a head of white hair and wrinkles carved into his face, remarked with a smile.
“The young chief has grown too quickly. In the blink of an eye, he has advanced to the point where he leaves us all in the dust,” another clansman chuckled.
“Chief, Chief.” A young, mounted clansman swiftly arrived in front of Chief Ahon. He dismounted before respectfully presenting the latter with an envelope. “This is the latest news from Northern Mo.”
Ahon wrinkled his brows. After opening the envelope and skimming through its contents, he couldn’t help but comment in surprise, “I didn’t expect Northern Mo’s royal crown prince to have his wedding already.”
“Father, what is the news about?” The young man Asi narrowed his eyes as he strode up to Ahon.
“It’s news from Northern Mo. Take a look.” Ahon handed the letter to him.
After roughly looking it over, Asi’s wolfish eyes glimmered with a green light. “Father, the letter says that the birthday feast of Northern Mo’s royal queen dowager is set to be on the 8th of June. I plan to lead a group there in person!”
“What?” Ahon was startled, and then he shook his head subsequently, objecting, “That is unsuitable. With your identity, is there a need to attend the birthday feast of a trifling Northern Mo’s royal queen dowager?”
“Ha, attending the birthday feast is just an excuse.” The most important thing was that he finally had the qualifications as well as the strength to challenge this Northern Mo crown prince!
He must take revenge against this person for all the humiliation he had suffered back then.
“Eldest Brother.” Ali stood shoulder width apart, his body erect. “I am going with you!”
“Ali, you’re also making trouble.” Ahon glared at his son Ali disapprovingly.
“Young Chief.” On the other hand, Ahon wanted to dissuade him further.
However, Asi raised his hand to stop him from saying any more. Asi turned around coldly as he flung his black cape over his shoulder. “My decision has been made. There is no need to dissuade me! Pass down the order. We leave tomorrow with generous gifts.”
After descending the hillock, Asi looked up at the clear and azure sky. A dim light flitted across his deep eyes.
“Just wait! D*mn lass! I said that I would come back to find you! Just you wait!” He muttered to himself as his tall figure gradually departed.
Ali had wanted to chase after him but was stopped by his father Ahon. “Don’t chase after him. Since the young chief has already made his decision, Ali, you will set out tomorrow with the young chief for Northern Mo. Remember, at moments of crisis, protect our young chief with your life!”
“Yes! Father!”
