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Fan Tong and Yan Hu sat facing each other, with a map of animal hides unfolded between them, outlining the territories of the two tribes and the surrounding mountains and rivers.

They are discussing matters such as defensive deployments, resource allocation, and joint hunting after the alliance.

Yan Hu's rough voice echoed in the hall, sometimes bursting into hearty laughter, sometimes lost in thought.

Fan Tong remained calm and collected, analyzing the various possibilities in a clear and logical manner, and proposing corresponding strategies.

Outside the hall, the people of the two tribes began to exchange information, sharing their tribe's specialties and hunting techniques.

The children played and frolicked, their clear laughter echoing in the air.

The blazing campfire illuminated everyone's faces, creating a seemingly harmonious and prosperous scene.

However, Fan Tong keenly sensed something amiss.

He looked around, and a subtle undercurrent was surging in the crowd, as if some kind of conspiracy was lurking beneath the surface.

An uneasy premonition spread through his mind, preventing him from fully relaxing.

Meanwhile, Liefeng, a thin, sinister-looking Rock Tiger Clan member, was moving through the crowd.

He deliberately lowered his voice and spread the carefully crafted rumors, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, quietly eroding people's trust.

"Have you heard? The Fan Tong tribe has huge ambitions; they want to control the entire alliance!" "They want to use us and eventually annex our territory and resources!"

These rumors spread rapidly like wildfire, and some tribesmen began to harbor suspicion and doubt about the Fantong tribe, and their gazes toward them gradually became unfriendly.

The originally harmonious atmosphere began to turn tense, and a rift appeared between the two tribes.

The elder and Yan Hu noticed the change in atmosphere and immediately stepped forward to appease the tribespeople, attempting to quell the disturbance.

However, the rumors had already deeply penetrated people's minds, and their efforts had little effect.

The girl in white was exchanging knowledge about herbs with several women from the Rock Tiger tribe when suddenly a sharp voice rang out, "Don't trust her! She's one of Fan Tong's people; she's definitely up to no good!"

The flickering firelight made the tear tracks on the girl in white's face exceptionally clear.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to keep from crying out, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her distress.

The accusations from her fellow tribesmen were like sharp knives, piercing her heart.

She couldn't understand why her tribesmen, who had been so kind and friendly just moments before, had suddenly become so unfamiliar and hostile.

Fan Tong stood outside the crowd, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He saw the tears in the girl's eyes, and a raging fire ignited in his heart.

He wanted to rush forward and teach those who spread rumors and harmed the girl a lesson.

But he knew he couldn't do that.

He was the head of the tribe, and his every word and action represented the entire tribe.

At this sensitive time, any impulsive action could exacerbate the conflict or even lead to the breakdown of the alliance.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and slowly walked to the girl's side.

His appearance slightly reduced the accusations around them, but the hostile gazes remained fixed on them.

He gently pulled the girl into his arms and said in a voice only she could hear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

As night deepened, the campfire gradually died down, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Fan Tong and the girl in white sat side by side on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the twinkling stars in the sky.

The girl nestled in Fan Tong's arms, her tears long since dried, replaced by a resolute expression.

"I believe in you, you will solve all of this." The girl's voice was soft but firm.

Fan Tong gently stroked the girl's hair, his gaze deep as he looked into the distance.

"Yes, I will definitely find out who is behind this and bring the truth to light."

A night breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

Fan Tong suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing as he looked towards the distant mountains and forests.

"What's wrong?" The girl also stood up.

Fan Tong didn't answer, but just stared intently in that direction, as if he had seen something.

“There…” he said softly, “there seems to be something there.”

Fan Tong left the camp silently and stealthily headed in the direction where he had sensed something amiss.

From the distant mountains and forests, faint whispers could be heard.

He held his breath, parted the dense bushes, and by the faint moonlight, saw Liefeng secretly meeting with several men in black.

"How's it going?" a man in black asked, his voice low and hoarse.

“Everything is going well,” Riftwind chuckled sinisterly. “Those fools have already started to distrust each other, and the alliance will soon crumble.”

Fan Tong felt a chill run down his spine; he finally understood who was behind this.

He quietly retreated back to the camp, woke up the Grand Elder and Rock Tiger, and told them what he had seen and heard.

The next morning, Fan Tong publicly revealed the evidence of Lie Feng's collusion with the man in black in front of all his clansmen.

Lie Feng's face turned deathly pale, unable to defend himself.

The clansmen were filled with righteous indignation and condemned his betrayal.

The internal conflicts within the alliance disintegrated instantly once the truth came to light.

However, at that moment, shouts of battle came from afar.

Blackwind, having learned of the tribal alliance's news, once again led his assassins in an attack.

"Kill!" Black Wind roared, brandishing his sharp blade like a bloodthirsty beast.

Fan Tong and Yan Hu fought side by side, leading their allied tribesmen in a fierce resistance.

The battle was extremely fierce, with flashing swords and flying blood and flesh.

The shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the screams of people mingled together, creating a tragic and heroic war song.

Suddenly, an assassin circled around behind Fan Tong and stabbed him with his knife.

At the critical moment, the girl in white flew out and stood in front of Fan Tong.

The sharp blade pierced her body, and blood instantly stained her clothes.

"No!" Fan Tong let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Just as everyone was worried about the safety of the girl in white, a dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from her body, and a powerful force enveloped her.

She slowly stood up, her eyes icy cold, like a vengeful goddess from hell.

Seeing this, Black Wind was terrified and took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Fan Tong gazed in the direction the black wind had vanished, his expression complex, and murmured, "This matter is far from over..."