"So there is someone who found a way, used some means, to prevent evil thoughts from affecting the barbarian slaves?"
"In this way, these barbarian slaves, used as 'rations', won't be influenced by evil thoughts and won't 'spoil'?"
"What means..."
Mo Hua soon thought of those iron cages.
These barbarian slaves were previously locked inside iron cages.
Mo Hua walked to the iron cage, unleashed his Divine Sense, and meticulously searched every corner, suddenly his expression turned shocked.
"Elder Ba Shan." Mo Hua called out.
Not far away, Elder Ba Shan, who was sorting barbarian armor supplies, immediately ran over upon hearing his name.
Ever since Elder Ba Shan had his life 'saved' by Mo Hua, and witnessed Mo Hua manifesting holiness in front of people, his attitude towards Mo Hua had become exceedingly respectful.
He used to think that the shaman couldn't possibly look like Mo Hua.
But now he deeply believes that the shaman should exactly look like Mo Hua.
