Let's see whether he turns out to be a sheep or a wolf!

Chu Feng abruptly stood up, suppressing his anger as he said, "Heng Mei, have you lost your mind? Can't you speak a little softer? You almost scared Sister Yuzui! What are you doing here?"

To be barged in on like this, and by Heng Mei with that ice-cold expression to boot, Chu Feng felt extremely displeased.

"You two aren't doing anything shameful, why do you need to be so hot-tempered?"

Heng Mei let out a cold snort and said, "Are you done with the spiritual healing? If you're done, it's time to head over to the Men's Tribe!"

With that, Heng Mei turned around and strode out of the tent.

Chu Feng couldn't help but shake his head and said to Yuzui, "Sister, if Heng Mei had even half of your warmth, how wonderful would that be?"

Yuzui smiled faintly. "Brother Chu Feng, Sister Heng Mei is cold on the outside but warm on the inside; she actually has a very good heart. When you were fighting Dong Zhe, I noticed that Sister Heng Mei kept her eyes on the battle the entire time. She was deeply concerned for your safety, she just didn't wear it on her sleeve. Her care for you is no less than mine..."

"Yuzui, are you done talking yet? If you're done, let's move!"

As Yuzui was speaking inside the tent, Heng Mei's sharp, chilling voice suddenly came from outside, instantly extinguishing the warmth of Yuzui's words.

Chu Feng and Yuzui exchanged a wry, helpless smile, then immediately stood up and left the tent.

Outside, the scattered corpses across the ice sheet had mostly been cleared away. Bai Naizhao had also finished handling the aftermath and quietly handed several storage pouches over to Chu Feng.

"Brother Feng, these are the storage pouches of Dong Zhe and several deacons. The other deacons were dirt poor and didn't even have storage pouches on them!" Bai Naizhao said in a low voice.

"Mm, I'll take Dong Zhe's pouch. I expended a fair bit of energy on him, so I need to recoup some losses. The storage pouches of these three deacons are yours—you must accept them this time!" Chu Feng said with a nod.

"Brother Feng, being able to follow by your side is already a tremendous fortune for me! I won't take these storage pouches!" Bai Naizhao shook his head.

"At least take one! I, Chu Feng, will never mistreat my own brothers!" Chu Feng's tone was equally resolute.

"Alright then!"

Seeing that persistence was futile, Bai Naizhao took one of the deacons' storage pouches and cupped his fists toward Chu Feng. "Brother Feng, thank you!"

"Just a small matter, thanking me makes us strangers!"

Chu Feng smiled and patted his shoulder.

Such was Chu Feng's character. Anyone who regarded him as an elder brother and was willing to lend a hand or put in effort would receive proportional rewards—small favors brought small returns, and great favors brought great returns. He would never treat his own people unfairly.

Next, led by the female powerhouse Heng Mei, Chu Feng, Yuzui, and Jin Sheng hurried toward the territory of the Men's Tribe to negotiate with the tribesmen and deal with the aftermath of the death of their leader, Dong Zhe.

As for Bai Naizhao, A Yan, and A Ying, they stayed behind to assist the Women's Tribe in distributing the ice-shell pearls. Once Chu Feng returned from the Men's Tribe, the four of them would bid farewell to the Wuhan Snow Clan.

...

From here to the territory of the Men's Tribe was a distance of at least two thousand miles.

Chu Feng put away the Thunder-Joining King Beast, which had just enjoyed a hearty meal, and he and Yuzui mounted the bounding rabbits. Jin Sheng rode her small, snow-white pig, while Heng Mei remained seated atop her Wuhan snow eagle, flying high in the sky like a goddess.

"Sister Yuzui, Sister Jin Sheng, after Dong Zhe's death, who is the highest leader of the Men's Tribe now? Could it be that Yun Fei, who was on par with Dong Zhe?"

On the way to the Men's Tribe, Chu Feng suddenly asked.

"Indeed, it is Yun Fei." Jin Sheng nodded and said, "It's strange, though. When Dong Zhe went out to battle earlier, why didn't Yun Fei come? He couldn't possibly not know that Dong Zhe's younger brother, Dong Zhuo, was brutally killed by Brother Chu Feng!"

"My guess is that Yun Fei likely did not support Dong Zhe leading the deacons into our Women's Tribe territory to seek revenge on Brother Chu Feng, so he used that as an excuse not to come," Yuzui said softly.

"Oh?"

Chu Feng's heart stirred. "Sister Yuzui, judging by what you're saying, this Yun Fei and Dong Zhe weren't cut from the same cloth? At least, his relationship with Dong Zhe wasn't as harmonious as the one between you sisters?"

"Yes, you could say that."

Yuzui nodded. "Although we don't know a great deal about Yun Fei, we've heard plenty of rumors. It's said that among the thirty-two thousand members of the Men's Tribe, Yun Fei is the only one who dares to say 'no' to Dong Zhe, and sometimes even opposes him to his face."

"Oh? Given Dong Zhe's imperious temperament, Yun Fei frequently opposed him and displeased him, yet he didn't kill Yun Fei? He could actually tolerate him?"

Chu Feng found this quite strange.

"Indeed! Even though Dong Zhe was a man of dictatorial ways who could tolerate no one else, he could tolerate Yun Fei," Jin Sheng took over the conversation and said. "It's said that because of Yun Fei's special physique, he was the only person in the Men's Tribe capable of practicing the Strength-Uniting Art with Dong Zhe."

"Furthermore, Yun Fei is, after all, one of the two powerhouses of the Men's Tribe, second only to Dong Zhe in fame and prestige. If Dong Zhe had killed him, it would have been nearly impossible to find a replacement capable of commanding the respect of the tribesmen."

"So that's how it is!" Chu Feng nodded, finally understanding the intricacies behind it.

"That's right, Brother Chu Feng," Yuzui suddenly said. "Dong Zhe came looking for you to avenge his brother's death, so this battle was naturally unavoidable. When we arrive at the Men's Tribe shortly and meet Yun Fei, if it's possible to avoid a fight, it's best not to fight at all!"

"Sister, what do you mean?" Chu Feng asked.

"Now that Dong Zhe is dead, and his dozen or so confidant deacons were killed along with him, Yun Fei is the highest leader of the Men's Tribe. If our Women's Tribe can be on good terms with him and restore inter-tribe trade according to his previous proposal, it will benefit both the Men's and Women's Tribes. That would be a blessing for the entire Wuhan Snow Clan."

"Conversely, if the Women's Tribe becomes enemies with him, the two tribes will become even more irreconcilable due to Dong Zhe's death, and then the people of both tribes will suffer!"

Yuzui spoke very earnestly, her gaze carrying a plea as she looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was also a clever man and naturally understood the stakes.

Now that Dong Zhe had died at Chu Feng's hands, the tens of thousands of members of the Men's Tribe, including their leader Yun Fei, would certainly not let the matter rest and would demand justice from Chu Feng.

If this justice could be obtained amicably, inter-tribe trade might still be restored. But if no satisfactory resolution could be reached, the future of both tribes looked bleak.

Therefore, whether the Women's Tribe and the Men's Tribe would become friends or foes no longer depended on the female powerhouses, nor did it depend on Yun Fei.

It depended entirely on Chu Feng himself!

If Chu Feng were to kill Yun Fei just as he had killed Dong Zhe, it would be an absolute disaster for both the Men's and Women's Tribes.

"Sister Yuzui, I can't promise you much, but let's see whether he's a sheep or a wolf! If that Yun Fei is a reasonable person who can talk things through, I, Chu Feng, naturally won't stir up trouble for no reason. But if he is of the same ilk as Dong Zhe, then this spear of mine won't show mercy!" Chu Feng declared.