Xing Zhe was anxious, ran forward, and said urgently in a deep voice:
"Yang Xiao, if you report him, our clan will face a catastrophic disaster. Are you willing to watch my clan suffer this calamity?"
Yang Xiao was startled, looking at Xing Zhe.
"What do you mean?"
Helpless, Xing Zhe had to briefly recount the story of Chu Tian and Chi Long coming to threaten him.
"Yang Xiao, I also want to teach Chu Tian, that scum, a lesson. It doesn't matter what price I have to pay personally, but my clan will suffer because of it, which is something I absolutely cannot let happen. Can you understand?
Even if it means me begging you, brother!"
"Does Chu Tian have the capability to threaten your clan?"
"Yes, Chu Tian is the son of the leader of the Phantom Feather Tribe and the future heir. Chi Long is the son of the leader of the Wula Clan and the future heir. The two of them can absolutely mobilize their clan's strength to seek revenge on our Xianghe Clan,
