Xie Tian understood.
Shi Quan's gloomy face was for the people of the Xing tribe to see.
Actually, he was secretly pleased!
Just thinking that the ancestral statue of the Xing tribe was only three inches tall, while the Shi tribe's ancestral statue was nearly ten thousand feet high...
"Hahahaha..."
Xie Tian had already walked far away, yet he could still hear Shi Quan's perverted laughter.
"Ah, the older they get, the more... huh? The leader..."
The suddenly appearing Shi Meng stared at Xie Tian and said, "Starting tomorrow, worshiping the Ancestral Sorcerer begins, and you've also been picked for the priority contention team."
"Me?" Xie Tian was speechless, "I'm a stone craftsman..."
"But at least you can help Shi Kuai and Shi Men!"
After leaving those words, Shi Meng departed.
Xie Tian wanted to curse.
"You ungrateful little brats, I'm going to burst you!"
