The subordinate's report had undoubtedly brought back an important piece of information.
Zhang Tai pondered briefly, then simply used the Body Leaping Technique, leaping several times to the side of the Flame Fist Tribe's chieftain.
He wasn't worried that the other party would object.
In the Faith World, a priest's status transcended everything, granting them limitless authority.
The stronger a tribe's priest was, the weaker the corresponding chieftain's position became.
In some low-numbered Rifts, certain tribes even elected three to five chieftains to "serve" the priests' various demands.
Whenever trouble arose in the tribe, those poor chieftains would be pushed out to take the blame.
With Tang Ma, the Flame Fist Tribe's priest, being so powerful, Zhang Tai could guess without thinking what kind of miserable life this Su Mo fellow must be living.
Moreover, if Sha Du hadn't been the one who died this time, but instead any priest from a neighboring tribe had died around the Flame Fist Tribe, Su Mo would still have had to step forward and take the blame, bearing part of the responsibility for negligent supervision.
"Chief Su of the Flame Fist Tribe, hello. I'm Zhang Tai, the High Priest of the Bamboo Stone Pit Tribe!"
A broad, fan-like hand descended from the sky and lifted Su Mo straight off the ground.
"Don't be afraid. I'm only here to ask you a few questions!"
As he spoke,
Zhang Tai leaped through the air like an eagle clutching a chick, forcibly carrying Su Mo to a mountain hollow several hundred paces away.
By the time he released him, the spot on Su Mo's arm where he had been held had already turned purple.
This was the treatment received by chieftains in the Faith World.
This was the transcendence of priests in the Faith World. "You