NOVPUBThe person in the room coughed a few times. “Back then, she fled with your sister out of desperation. If we can find her...”
These people were from the Wen clan.
The grasslands were divided among three major clans, with the Dayue clan at the forefront. However, they had long since fallen into decline, with internal strife continuously stirred up by the sub-clans. The current leader of the Dayue is Shuran.
Having recently exterminated the Pulishi clan, Shuran then turned his aggression toward his own uncle, Wen Surong.
In truth, the turmoil had begun over a decade ago.
At that time, the grasslands were just beginning to be thrown into chaos, and Wen Surong did not yet know who had harmed his wife and daughter.
But as he witnessed the current situation, the anger Wen Surong had suppressed for over ten years finally began to surface. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
“Father, we can’t just sit here and wait for death. There are still so many people depending on us. We can’t end up like the Pulishi clan, reduced to nothing but dust and sand!”
Wen Surong sighed deeply.
“Over the years, the Dayue have leveraged their ties with the Northern Border to oppose the Great Zhou, and things are no longer as simple as they once were.”
After Wen Surong finished speaking, Tu Lie added, “Father, it was Shuran’s father who hunted down Mother.”
Wen Surong frowned, “We have no solid evidence. Besides, we and the Dayue come from the same matrilineal lineage...”
Tu Lie sighed, “Father, once we heal from this, let’s return and explain everything to the Great General of the Northern Border. We can’t let the Great Zhou misunderstand our Northern Border any longer.”
Hearing this, Wen Surong seemed to agree.
“That’s true. No one knows what life is really like in the Northern Border. We can’t keep going on like this.”
Tu Lie nodded in agreement.
