If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

The Great Elder had never hated anyone so much in his life. Looking at the purse handed over by Chen San and the six clansmen lying in a row in front of him who were beaten so hard that they were breathing more than they were breathing, he almost broke two of his few teeth.

Deliberately avoiding Feng Yishuang's fiery gaze, he fixed his sight on Chen San: "Does the Saint have any other instructions?"

There were few people in the tribe who didn't recognize Chen San's face. After all, the cattle and sheep they raised now were all captured by him and another young man.

Hmm? That young man seemed to be somewhat similar to the one standing in front of him with a sullen face. He had heard the Saint call him cousin, so this one... After the Great Elder had some guesses about Feng Yishuang's identity, his head hurt even more.

"Miss, I only have one thing to say. Make sure you hand the person over to the Great Elder safely."

This light sentence hit the elder's heart like a heavy hammer. It was more lethal than scolding him or slapping him a few times. It seemed that this matter could not be easily resolved.

The Great Elder glanced at Feng Yishuang who was staring at him, and Chen San whose face showed no emotion, and cursed the damn mastermind again in his heart. Even if the Saint wanted to let this matter go lightly, the people around her would not allow it.

I really can't bear to see him have a good life!

"You two have come from afar and must have worked hard on the journey. Could you please go down and have a rest first, and give me some time to investigate this matter thoroughly?" The Great Elder shamelessly discussed with the two of them.

Feng Yishuang glanced at him sideways and threatened him bluntly, "There's no need to rest. We are all rough people and don't care about such details. You brought Sister Xiang'er here and made her a saint. You didn't see any benefits, but you caused more troubles."

He had no friendship with the great elder, or even the entire tribe. As Meixiang's relative and subordinate, he had no concerns about what Chen San was not comfortable saying: "I almost gave my life to you this time. I think it's better for me to give up this useless saintly woman!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes deliberately swept across the altar outside the house and the Holy Maiden Temple not far away. The meaning was self-evident.

The elder's heart trembled suddenly, and he felt a chill on his back. The elder swore that he understood Feng Yishuang's true intention and the naked threat in his eyes, and he had no doubt that he could really do it.

Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she trembled and carefully comforted him, "My lord, please stay calm. Please give me a few days. The tribe will definitely give the Saint a satisfactory explanation for this matter. Don't worry."

"Yo," At this time, the second elder came in from outside in a hurry. A few days ago, he led people into the back mountain, hoping to see if he could get some things back before the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, so as to replenish the supplies for the tribesmen in the tribe and let them spend a safe winter.

Just after returning, I heard that Chen San had brought people to the tribe. Before the person who reported it could finish speaking, he hurried over and said, "Didn't you follow the Saint to Haoyue Capital? What brings you here today?"

He did not see the six people lying on the ground, or rather, he deliberately ignored them. Instead, he turned his head to look at Feng Yishuang, who was standing next to him with a cold wind blowing out. He asked in confusion, "Who is this young man with unfamiliar eyes?"

Don't scold those who apologize, and don't hit those who smile at you.

In the entire tribe, Chen San was most familiar with the second elder in front of him who looked the most like an elder. He was more respectful to him than to others. When he saw him asking, he introduced him, "This is Mr. Feng Yishuang, the young lady's third cousin."

Seeing the second elder appear and talk to him, the eldest elder, who was obviously relieved, added deliberately: "He is now in charge of the entire Liuzhou Prefecture's soldiers."

After saying this, the great elder's expression, which had just eased a little, became visibly gloomy again, even darker than before. He was the commander of a prefecture and was the cousin of the Saint. Even if he really destroyed the Saint's Temple, the entire tribe could not do anything to him.

Feng Yishuang's threat was indeed well-founded! The first elder was so anxious that he kept winking at the second elder, asking him to find a way to get these two people out of the room first, and then he could ask all the clan leaders to come together to find a solution.

Although he didn't understand why, the tacit understanding that had developed over the years of getting along made the Second Elder instantly understand what the First Elder meant. He smiled and stepped forward to pull Chen San's arm, "I just brought back some game from the mountain. Let's see what you want to eat tonight. Let's go and pick some together."

As he spoke, he dragged Chen San and Feng Yishuang out of the great elder's house and walked towards the livestock pen.

The Great Elder secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The six people lying on the ground pretending to be dead finally opened their eyes. The leader with a pig-like face suppressed the joy in his heart and greeted them in a low voice: "Great Elder!"

"Don't call me. I'll settle the score with you later!" After glaring at them fiercely, the Great Elder raised his voice to the people guarding outside and shouted, "Send someone to invite the Third Elder and all the clan leaders to come over for a discussion. No matter what they are doing, put it aside and say that there is something important to discuss. Ask them to come quickly."

The leader's relief had not yet spread in his heart, when he heard the instructions of the great elder, and his heart trembled. He was glad that he had kept his promise, and they did not die outside, and finally returned home alive with the remaining brothers.

Through the tiny gap between his upper and lower eyelids, he could barely see the great elder standing in front of the main seat, panting heavily. When Situ Yidong captured him alive and identified him as the husband of the Saint, he knew that this matter would not end well. But as a dead warrior, compared to dying in a foreign land, the leader was satisfied to see his people again and die on the land of his hometown.

Thinking of this, the leader stopped trying, relaxed his mind, and allowed himself to pass out.

"Brother, why did you call me here in such a hurry? What happened?"

The first person to arrive was the third elder, who was leading the women in the tribe to weave and spin hemp. The people sent by the saint taught them how to weave and spin hemp. Everyone was working overtime to ensure that the elderly and children in their families could wear cotton clothes this winter and have a warm winter.

"Who is this? Who beat him like this?" Following the Great Elder's gaze, she saw six people lying side by side on the ground and exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph!" The Great Elder withdrew his gaze in disgust and snorted again: "Sit down first, I will explain everything to you when everyone is here."