When Chen Xi was allying with the aristocratic families, the Northern Xianbei also began to converge toward the centers of various tribes. The snow on the Great Prairie started falling incessantly, and it was once again time for the nomadic people to huddle together for warmth.
"Chieftain, aren't we going to the Hundred Qiang Alliance?" A Hu man asked their chieftain in the Weizhou Qiang tribe to the west of Bingzhou Jiuyuan, as the time for the once-every-several-years Hundred Qiang Alliance had come again.
"No, it's pointless to go. No one can achieve victory in a hundred battles and still defeat the four, oh, now it's five elders guarding the ancestral land," the Weizhou Qiang chieftain said disdainfully, "Since a Qiang King cannot be selected, going there is just a waste of time."
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate..." The brave warrior of the Weizhou Qiang tribe hesitated, somewhat not understanding his chieftain's approach.
