Entering the main hub of the Donta tribe, the scene here was almost identical to what Fike had imagined.

The streets were almost as wide as the Royal City of Romon's had been, and there were bustling crowds everywhere.

Along the way, peddlers incessantly shouted, attempting to sell their wares.

However, unlike Romon City, there were no tall buildings here. All of them were short mud houses.

The most magnificent building in the city was the palace of the Donta tribe, which was located at the very center within the city gate, and was undoubtedly eye-catching.

Fike found that the people here were very happy to do business, and sold mostly weapons.

Seeing him fascinated by all the weapons sold by the small vendors, Xiao Zhao introduced them to him.

"The Donta tribe has always been a warrior tribe, so most of the vendors here sell weapons."

Fike teased her with a smile after hearing her explanation.

"From what you said, you seem to know a lot about this. Have you been here before?"

Xiao Zhao replied with a mischievous smile.

"When have I been here before? I only heard about it from my master!"

The two of them were bickering as they slowly walked toward the center.

"Come on! Have a look around! It's fresh roasted meat!"

"Sir, would you like some of our specialty goat meat?"

"Hey hey hey, be careful, don't bump into my stuff!"

The endless stream of people and hawkers made Xiao Zhao, who had never seen such a scene before, unable to hide her excitement.

Finally giving up pretending to be a guide for Fike, she couldn't hold back her excitement anymore after arriving at the inner street of the hub.

She began to wander around like a child, her eyes full of marvel.

Fike, on the other hand, was smiling like an adult as he watched her cute behaviour.

'I never thought that Zhao Ruoxian from 3,000 years ago would be acting like a child.'

Fike thought with a smile in his heart.

Xiao Zhao kept calling for him.

"Fike, Fike, come and take a look!

"Look at this!

"Hey hey hey, look at that again!"

The two of them strolled around the streets one after the other.

At this moment, a fierce quarrel resounded throughout the entire street. Countless passer-bys were attracted to the source of the commotion, and all stopped to watch.

"You piece of trash, you scared my horse, do you know that?"

Fike looked at the scolding voice. It turned out to be a young man dressed like an aristocrat who was holding onto a young man dressed in tattered clothes, insulting him wantonly.

Fike noticed that the young man had no intention of retaliating, allowing the man dressed like an aristocrat to freely insult him.

It was as if he had wanted nothing to do with this world, completely immersed in his own thoughts.

"Hey, I say, are you deaf? I'm scolding you, can't you hear me?"

The surrounding people couldn't help but discuss when they saw this scene.

"Ah, this young man has finally gotten himself into trouble. That's the nephew of the leader!"

"Yeah, I heard that this Young Master Sakir is not someone to be trifled with. Even if the princes of the Xi Ling tribe and the Tutu tribe were here, it wouldn't be good if they got into trouble with him!"

"This young man is really unlucky. I think his life is over!"

Fike looked at the young man. He did not look like he intended to resist at all.

At this moment, Sakir's gaze caught on the sword on the young man's waist, and was about to reach out to grab it.

Seeing that Sakir was about to forcefully snatch the weapon on his waist, the young man seemed to snap awake.

He looked at Sakir furiously as he positioned his hand on the hilt of the sword, making a gesture as if he was about to draw his blade.

Sakir was obviously shocked by the young man's behaviour and stammered.

"You... What are you trying to do, you little brat? Let me tell you... my uncle is the Donta tribe's leader, Sano! You... You'd dare... touch me?"

Just when everyone thought that the young man was going to draw his sword and strike down Sakir...

The young man's next move shocked everyone.

The young man pulled out the sword from his waist along with its scabbard, and held it in his hands.

He lowered his head and said loudly.

"Lord Sakir, if you like this sword of mine, then take it!"

Sakir looked at the young man in front of him, who lowered his head and pleaded guilty for his mistakes with great sincerity.

He was silent for a moment before he managed to utter, "Oh".

Then, he took the sword from the young man's hand.

"You brat! Be careful next time! Don't let me catch you again!"

Sakir cursed as he got on his horse and left the place resentfully.

When the onlookers saw the young man's behaviour, they began to insult him one after another.

"Look at this young man. He is quite tall, and looks good as well. Unfortunately, he is a coward!"

"Hmph, just look at his cowardice. I just know that he is a good-for-nothing. He will be like this for the rest of his life!"

"Hey, hey, hey. Let's go, let's go. I don't think there will be a good show today!"

Just like that, the short-lived farce ended.

After watching the scene, Fike shook his head and prepared to leave as well.

Just as he was about to turn around, a voice sounded further in front.

"Romon! Are you alright?"

'Romon?'

Fike thought to himself.

He looked in the direction of the voice. It was another young man, who looked like a brother of the young man who had been caught in the scuffle.

'Two brothers? Could it be…'

Fike' interest was instantly piqued.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao appeared at his side and asked.

"What are you looking at? You're so engrossed."

Fike smiled.

"I'm looking at the future of this world!"

Xiao Zhao pouted angrily after hearing his words.

"Hey, why are you talking like Master Quan again? You're always like this. I don't even know what you're talking about. How annoying!"

Fike didn't explain himself, and just whispered into her ear.

"You'll know what I'm talking about in a while!"

Fike walked toward the two young men.

"Hey! Why didn't you resist just now?"

Fike asked Romon.

Romon looked at the stranger who had taken the initiative to talk to him, and replied indifferently.

"If I resisted, my life would have been gone."

Fike smiled and continued.

"If it's gone, it's gone. You'd have been a hero in your next life!"

Seeing that the silver-haired man in front of him was interesting, Romon continued.

"I can only live once! Although it's still worth nothing, one day, I'll make my life the most valuable in the world!"