Seeing this scene, Fang Ziqi looked deeply at Zhao Sheng and then withdrew his gaze, pondering something to himself.
Moments later, Zhao Sheng's thoughts stirred, and he suddenly sensed a malicious gaze directed at him.
Zhao Sheng quickly opened his eyes and turned his head to look. He saw that, more than thirty miles away on a Dragon Scale Ancient Tree, the River Otter Clan's Great Sacrificial Rite, Wu Tao, was looking over at him with intense hatred in his eyes.
Once he realized he had been spotted, the hefty elder of the River Otter Clan grudgingly pulled his gaze away, no longer bothering to look at Zhao Sheng.
So it was a resentful victim, no wonder!
Zhao Sheng found it amusing. This River Otter elder was really a paper tiger, internally weak but externally fierce. His tribespeople had suffered countless deaths and injuries and had even been driven out of the Turbid Wave Lake District.
