"But looking at it now, perhaps this Sacrificial Fire Spirit originated from the Divine Country, and by a twist of fate ended up here, inquiring about the Divine Country, precisely to find a way home!"
A few words fell.
The clansmen in the room all became extremely serious.
The lamb body of Qi Mountain fell on the table: "Xue Qi's observations were not incorrect."
"The young and strong here have particularly vigorous vitality. In my tribe, there are also clansmen who can reach this level, but they are very few. Here, however, it seems common."
"To achieve this, apart from melting beast blood, they probably have other methods."
"Lord Sacrificial Spirit."
Xue Qi looked to Qi Mountain: "Do you... suggest that we seek refuge with this Sacrificial Fire Tribe?"
"This place would be a very good choice."
"What do you think the Sacrificial Spirit of the Wind Language Tribe brought its people here for?"
