Shi Feiyang observed the scene, his expression calm, as if everything was within his expectations.
He slightly lifted his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the kneeling members of the Naiman Tribe, and slowly began to speak: "Ye Ke'Er, today's events were not my desire. But since you have already been defeated, I have one request. I want you to cede the position of the Naiman Tribe leader to my wife, Yili, that's all." His voice was steady and powerful, resonating in the vast expanse like the deep toll of a bell.
Upon hearing these words, Ye Ke'Er was stunned, as if struck by five thunderbolts, secretly cursing Shi Feiyang's ancestors: Damn Shi Feiyang, isn't your demand high enough? You bastard, how could you deprive me of my control over the Naiman Tribe.
He lifted his head and looked at Shi Feiyang, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.
