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The eight tribes of Desert North, as expected, failed to reach an agreement to move south.

Dantai Jingyue wasn't surprised at all. Convincing the chieftains of the seven tribes was no easy task; it would take more time and opportunity.

Besides, it was the dead of winter, not a time for war. Even if they were to move south, they would wait until the next year when the grass was lush and the supplies were plentiful.

She had waited so many years; a moment longer would not make a difference.

"This woman, she's a madwoman!"

In front of the tent, the Huyan chieftain watched Dantai Jingyue's departing figure and said in a deep voice.@@novelbin@@

"I must admit, her proposal is quite tempting."

Beside him, the Helian chieftain spoke calmly, "But the price is terrifying."

"Let's not think about that for now."

From behind, the Helian chieftain emerged from the tent and said indifferently, "Dantai Jingyue has agreed to send troops to help us resist the demons. Perhaps, after repelling the demons, the grasslands can return to peace, and we won't have to risk a war with the Central Plains' Royal Dynasty."

"That makes sense, let's go."

The Helian chieftain nodded, then turned and left.

The negotiations among the eight tribes were not smooth, but in the end, they more or less reached an agreement to join forces against the invasion of the demons.

However, the words of Dantai Jingyue had planted a seed in the hearts of the chieftains of the Desert North, a seed that was slowly germinating and growing.

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Great Shang.

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