"Li Wu, Lord Han."
The burly man on the shore bowed to the two of them from a distance and spoke.
"You know us?" Han Zhan asked in surprise.
If he recognized Li Wu, that would be understandable, but it's his first time here; how can he also call out my name?
"Of course." The burly man smiled, "Even before you arrived, the High Priest had already conveyed your appearance and names through the altar."
"My name is Li Zhao, and I am the Priest of Chuyun Stockade."
While introducing himself, Li Zhao took out two pieces of animal skin.
On the animal skin, there was indeed a portrait of Han Zhan, depicted so vividly that it wouldn't be mistaken for anyone else at first glance.
It seems the High Priest is quite skilled in artistry.
"What about me? Where's my portrait?" Li Wu asked as well.
Li Zhao then showed him the second piece of animal skin.
When Li Wu saw the content on the animal skin, his voice instantly escalated by eight pitches or more.
"This is me?!"
