Liu Di smiled like a spring breeze and gave a thumbs-up from afar. "Bulin is the best!"
Time passed little by little.
Many Proxima Centaurians who had long suffered from illness emerged from the mud houses, looking at Liu Di's group with gratitude.
Liu Di merely smiled faintly.
Then Elder Kalai burst into tears. Mimicking the gesture Liu Di had taught him, he grasped Liu Di's hand.
"So you truly are selfless."
"You are kind. You have no ulterior motive. You came to bring us prosperity."
"It was me. I misunderstood you before. My vision was too narrow."
"I, Kalai, thank you for coming on behalf of all my people."
Liu Di continued to smile, gazing gently at the elderly elder as he chuckled softly. "Actually... now I'm a little interested in your ancestral ruins."
"Gasp—"
"What?!"
Elder Kalai staggered back three steps!
Trembling, he pointed at Liu Di. "You! You! Just as my wisdom predicted! I solemnly tell you, that is absolutely impossible!"
At that moment.
Quite a few Proxima b people slowly stepped forward.
"Elder, Liu Di's group has helped us greatly. They even saved the lives of many of our people."
"As for that so-called 'ancestral ruin,' though we have guarded it for centuries, many of us do not even know what lies inside."
"No matter how great our ancestors were, over these centuries they have not helped us in the slightest, nor have they saved a single dying clansman."
"Liu Di's group deserves more respect than that ancestral ruin."
"Elder Kalai, take Liu Di to the ancestral ruins."
"Yes."
"Whatever is inside, we don't care for it. Give it to the great Liu Di!"
The voices of the clanspeople grew louder and louder.
Elder Kalai's body stiffened slightly. He muttered, "No... absolutely not. I cannot defy