"Child, what is your na?" the elderly Shaman softly asked.
"My na is Su Bai," Su Bai answered honestly, knowing the old man before him was no ordinary person.
Shamans definitely possessed extraordinary powers. In an instant, he enabled Su Bai to understand and speak their language.
"Where are you from? What’s the na of your Tribe?" the Shaman asked leisurely.
"I…" Su Bai was at a loss for words, his mind rapidly organising his thoughts. [Should I say I’m from a village called Earth? That would be asking for trouble.]
"Alright, it’s fine if you don’t want to say." The Shaman misunderstood, thinking Su Bai was reluctant to ntion his past. He smiled reassuringly, "Since your Tribe is gone, our Fla Dragon Tribe will be your new ho."
He didn’t sense any Spiritual Connection to a Totem from Su Bai, aning his Tribal Totem had been destroyed and he had beco a tribeless Wanderer.
After all, no one would imagine the possibility of soone transmigrating to another world.
"Erm…" Su Bai was stunned for a mont before quickly nodding.
In his previous life, he was an orphan who supported himself by writing novels. So, staying in the Fla Dragon Tribe was not an issue. In fact, having a place to settle down within this unfamiliar land was not a bad deal.
The Shaman turned to the red-horned man and said, "Yan Jiao, have soone show Su Bai around the Tribe."
"Yes," Yan Jiao respectfully replied .
"You all go and prepare. The Shaman Inheritance Ceremony will begin tomorrow night,." The Shaman declared.
"Yes," the people in the tent responded deferentially.
"…" In the eyes of those present, Su Bai noticed a hint of sorrow. He guessed this inheritance likely required a painful sacrifice.
"Go." The Shaman waved his hand.
"" Everyone silently exited the tent and was imdiately surrounded by the people outside.
"Chieftain, has the Shaman’s Successor been found?" Soone imdiately asked.
"The Shaman’s Successor has been found," Yan Jiao said, a smile tugging at his stern face.
"Wonderful! Our Totem won’t be severed!" The youths energetically pumped their fists.
"We won’t beco Wanderers!" the won happily exclaid.
"*Sob…* That’s great… that’s great… we haven’t let our Ancestors down." So Elders wept with emotion.
"…Alright." Yan Jiao kept a straight face as he raised his voice, "Everyone, don’t gather here and disturb the Shaman from resting. Get back to work."
"Yes!" the crowd hastily responded and began to disperse.
The few people who had exited the tent said, "We’ll go on patrol."
"Go." Yan Jiao nodded.
Soon, only Su Bai, Yan Jiao and a girl remained at the scene.
"Yan Hua, co here," Yan Jiao beckoned to the girl.
"Father, you want to go hunt?" Yan Hua asked excitedly.
She looked nothing like Yan Jiao. Wearing form-fitting leather clothing, she had a very pretty appearance. Black hair, red eyes, jade-white coloured skin. The most eye-catching part of her was the red curved horn on top of her head, which looked delicate and exquisite.
[Isn’t she a cow horned girl?] A term flashed through Su Bai’s mind. His black pupils shifted down, sweeping towards the back of Yan Hua’s leather skirt, trying to see if there was a tail.
"No. I need you to take the Successor around and tour the Tribe. Introduce him to the Tribe’s situation," Yan Jiao said with a stern expression.
"Okay." Yan Hua was stunned for a mont before quickly agreeing.
Yan Jiao turned his head and politely said, "Successor, if you have any requests, just tell Yan Hua."
"Alright," Su Bai nodded.
"Call for if anything cos up." Leaving those words, Yan Jiao turned around and returned to the big tent.
He needed to discuss the Tribe’s future with the Shaman, as well as the Shaman Inheritance Ceremony.
"Successor, what’s your na?" Yan Hua glanced over and asked.
"My na is Su Bai," Su Bai said with a faint smile.
"What a strange na." Yan Hua raised a brow. She turned to walk ahead. She said in a clear voice, "Let give you an overview of the Tribe’s situation."
"Alright." Su Bai stepped forward to walk beside her.
"Our Tribe is called the Fla Dragon Tribe, and our Totem is the Fla Dragon. As for what it looks like, I can’t really describe it well. Father will explain it to you when he has the ti," Yan Hua said in a solemn tone.
"Okay." Su Bai thought of the dreamlike scene he saw earlier. [Could the figure in the flas have been the Fla Dragon Totem?]
"In our Fla Dragon Tribe, the current Chieftain is my Father." As Yan Hua said this, a sliver of resentnt flashed through her red eyes. Her voice turned cold as she continued, "Right now the Tribe has a total of seventy-two people, with only eleven people left in the Hunting Team. But fifteen days ago, our Fla Dragon Tribe had three hundred people and thirty-two in the Hunting Team…"
Her voice grew even more icy and filled with murderous intent, "But the Black Snake Tribe invaded our hunting grounds, ambushed our Hunting Team! They occupied our Tribal Ancestral Land… In the end, we had no choice but to relocate here."
"In other words, our enemy is the Black Snake Tribe?" Su Bai asked, slightly narrowing his eyes.
He hadn’t expected the Fla Dragon Tribe to have such an enemy. That ant after he beca the Shaman, the Black Snake Tribe would be his primary foe to deal with.
"Yes! Given the chance, we must take revenge and seize back our Tribal Ancestral Land and all our Hunting Grounds," Yan Hua said through gritted teeth.
"Revenge will definitely be had," Su Bai calmly stated.
"Hm?" Yan Hua turned her head in surprise to size up the man beside her. Her impression of Su Bai changed a bit, feeling a hint of satisfaction.
After all, Su Bai was still a stranger in the Tribe. He had only been with the Fla Dragon Tribe for three days, much of which he had spent unconscious. It would take so ti and actions for him to truly integrate into the Tribe.
"Does everyone live in Teepees?" Su Bai swept his gaze around and asked.
"Erm, for now we can only live in tents. We used to live in caves," Yan Hua said, her teeth itching with rage as her red eyes flashed with fury.
"Hmm…" Su Bai was at a loss for words. Compared to the buildings on Earth, tents and caves didn’t seem like very good dwellings places.
As such a thought crossed his mind, a cold chanical voice suddenly sounded:
[Ding! Integrating the Daily Assistance System… 10%… 20%… 70%…] [Ding! Daily Assistance System has been integrated successfully!]
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