"Qing Shui, do you really plan on taking them to the Blood Sand Tribe?" Shui Bo held a slightly charred piece of Sand Tiger meat.
The impromptu alliance of three tribes consisted of three leaders: Qing Shui with a great sword, Shui Zhu with a Sand Whip, and Shui Bo with a bow and arrow, all of whom were women.
Shui Bo's bow and arrows were inherited from her father, and the remaining arrows were few. She would not use them unless it was a matter of life and death for the tribe.
"Do you have any other ideas?" Qing Shui swallowed the meat in her mouth, and crushed a Sand Spirit in her left hand to replenish her water.
"If they defeat the Blood Sand Tribe, we can survive for a while, but if they fail, we'll be killed by the Blood Sand Tribe or enslaved."
"I'm asking you, do you have any other ideas?" Qing Shui tore at the flesh of the Sand Tiger while staring at Shui Bo.
