Seeing Du Xiaozhuang at a loss, Xu Zimei shook his head and laughed.
He said, "Brother Du, it's nothing major, no need to be nervous."
"Not nervous?" Du Xiaozhuang quickly replied.
"The Clan Leader is dead, our Ancient Remnants Tribe doesn't even have a Great Emperor now, I'm afraid we won't be at peace even in this ancient town."
Xu Zimei continued to shake his head.
"No rush, the sky won't fall, and the Ancient Remnants Tribe isn't as weak as you think."
He patted Du Xiaozhuang on the shoulder.
He said, "Go back and sleep now, everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow."
"At this time, can I still sleep?" Du Xiaozhuang said.
"Brother Du, there's a lot you don't see clearly," Xu Zimei shook his head.
"If you trust me, come back to see tomorrow.
If you notify the clan now, it will only cause unnecessary trouble."
Although Du Xiaozhuang was anxious, he had faith in Xu Zimei's words.
He hesitated.
Asked, "Should I go back now?"
