The grand city glimmered in gold, but there stood a solitary grass hut by the lakeside.
This was Hao Chengtian's place of cultivation. He despised the ostentatious style of the Taihao Tribe, feeling it was too flamboyant.
Thus, he chose this location to build a humble dwelling.
What the leader favors, the followers embrace.
His sword servants were usually young exceptional men, who typically wore plain cloth clothes.
At this moment, upon hearing Hao Chengtian's question, Lu Xian respectfully replied, "Took the Golden Crow for a spin around the Longquan Tribe, defeated the Longquan Tribe."
Hao Chengtian nodded slightly, "Not bad. What do you think of Qingxu?"
Lu Xian bowed his head, "Qingxu is just a wildling, to achieve great success he must rely on the Taihao Tribe, he's controllable."
