Sebas had barely finished speaking when Nakula could no longer sit still, leaping to his feet in an instant.
Pacing back and forth within the cave, his expression grew increasingly ugly.
Was what Sebas said incorrect?
No!
On the contrary, Sebas was so spot on that it spurred Nakula's substantial reaction.
The Watson Tribe had grown from a minor tribe and had become one of the significant tribes on the Beast World Continent, but the self-proclaimed venerable Nakula had never taken them seriously.
In Nakula's eyes, the Watson Tribe was nothing more than parvenus.
But now, someone told him that this nouveau riche was planning to kill him.
And he knew all too well that they had the strength to do so.
Reality had slapped him hard, forcing him to abandon his contempt.
Nakula let out a deep sigh, and sat back on the beast skin mat: "Now that it has happened, since we've already made enemies with the Watson Tribe, we can only be more cautious going forward."
