Desert Ancestor Tribe, Redstone City.
In front of Tian Yu, countless members of the Witch Clan were pushing and shoving, their roars, shrieks, and shouts intermingling. They threw Immortal Silver, ores, animal bones, and various herbs into the empty carts, then walked away with a horse of Ning Jin each.
Tian Yu watched expressionlessly as carts of Ning Jin disappeared at a rapid pace, and the empty carts gradually filled up with goods. Finally, when the last cart of Cloud Brocade was taken, the tribespeople dispersed.
Suddenly, Tian Yu fiercely slapped himself, finally bringing an expression to his face.
Dragging the cart, he arrived at the ancestral temple in the city and shortly afterward knelt before an Old Witch whose skin was wrinkled like tree bark.
Although the witch was old, his frame was strikingly huge, one of his large hands could easily grasp Tian Yu's head. If he stood up, Tian Yu probably wouldn't even reach his shoulder.
