The customs of the Southern Wasteland were indeed quite different.
In the Central Plains, offerings were either fruits and melons or the three sacrificial animals—pig, ox, and sheep. At most, they would find some stubborn, sour old Confucian to spout a few flowery compliments, write a fine hand of calligraphy, and hang it in the temple. Then they would kowtow, burn incense, and call it done. How considerate and understanding.
Yet here in the Southern Wasteland, they actually used children for sacrifices, and everyone treated it as perfectly natural. Bai Yujun's refusal greatly surprised them. Did demon beasts no longer eat people?
After the offering had been changed to Spirit Grass, Bai Yujun turned and left, vanishing into the depths of the mountains and ravines. They could not even communicate except through gestures, let alone cooperate. The people of that small Bai tribe village had hoped Bai Yujun would stay, but she decisively refused such a pointless waste of time.
The enormous White Snake left, leaving behind a village scarred beyond recognition.
After casting the spell, the old priest was weak and exhausted. Under his granddaughter's care, his complexion had improved considerably, and he was now discussing the tribe's future with the burly chief.
"Cough, cough~!"
After drinking the medicine, the old priest felt as though he were about to cough out his heart and lungs.
"Old Priest..."
The burly man looked worried. If this continued, the old priest likely did not have much longer to live.
The old man waved a hand, signaling that there was no need to worry.
"Sigh... Those villains ambushed our village. Too many people died. Now, we can only move to Cloud Remote Ancient Village and merge with them. We split off from Cloud Remote Ancient Village in the first place, so we can