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The Xianbei seventeen clans were gathered in a newly-rigged leather tent. Xiongkuo Chief, Heli Chief, and the rest of the clans’ chiefs sat dignified in the tent.
“Still haven’t found them?” Xiongkuo Chief’s face was very ugly.
“No. They went to Kuchi Mountain.” A young general stood in the tent. He had the aura of a general as his words weren’t smooth.
“Useless. If you know that they went to Kuchi Mountain, why didn’t you chase after them?” Jiuhe Chief’s eyes almost popped out.
“People have been sent to chase them. But Kuchi Mountain is too big and there are many traces from the tens of thousands of horses’ stampede. We completely cannot grasp any clues as to their whereabouts.” The young general’s head couldn’t lower anymore.
Tens of thousands of horses ran wildly. The whole mountain was filled with their horseshoe marks. Even if they were skilled in identifying horseshoes, it was more difficult than ascending to the heavens to find the assassin’s marks among the mess of horseshoes.
“Chase them. You have to do your best to find them.” Xiongkuo Chief’s teeth were almost gnashed to pieces. They absolutely could not let LiuYue run away. Otherwise, it would be bad if their Xianbei clan go up against Beimu in the future.
“Yes.” The young general immediately agreed loudly. He turned and quickly retreated.
He had not taken one step out of the tent when suddenly, Xiongkuo Chief’s cold voice said, “As a last resort, burn down Kuchi Mountain.”
The cold command made the young general’s body tremble. His face was filled with shock.
Kuchi Mountain was their Xianbei seventeen clans’ spirit mountain. How could it be burned? This……
He turned around and looked at the ashen-faced Xiongkuo Chief. The young general thought that he had heard wrong.
There was a moment of silence in the tent. The other fourteen clans’ chiefs looked at each other and simultaneously said in a heavy voice, “Go.”
They were agreeing with Xiongkuo Chief.
The golden flowers on the spirit mountain were important, but Yelu LiuYue’s life was more important. If this Yelu LiuYue returned to Beimu, what would it look like when Xianbei and Beimu fight?