Yingyao's face darkened upon hearing Xue Wen's words, his gaze flickering with uncertainty.
The involvement of the Blood Vine Clan in this matter was something he had not anticipated.
Among the eight clans of the Wild Land, the Blood Vine Clan had always maintained a transcendent stance, adhering to a philosophy of going with the flow, refraining from participating in conflicts among the clans. In this sense, their nature was at odds with the other seven clans, even with the rest of the tribal factions in the Wild Land.
But this absolutely did not mean the Blood Vine Clan was easy to provoke.
Over the years, numerous small and medium-sized tribes had vanished overnight from the Wild Land. The one commonality was that they had either underestimated the authority of the Blood Vine Clan or harbored animosity toward them.
