Arriving at the Temple

The next day, Shen Lin was jolted awake by the commotion outside, his heart full of resentment.

Although he was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by barbaric tribes living in a primitive society,

Shen Lin had still slept soundly.

That was because even if these natives joined forces, they could not pose any threat to him.

Besides, the Heaven-Intercepting Dao Principles within him had not changed much, indicating that there was no danger.

Moreover, he was in no hurry to leave.

He did not particularly care about the outcome of the struggle between the Magic Treasure Hao Yue Ding and the Sky Lizard Demon Venerable.

Unlike the two members of the Sacred Feather Clan, who were anxious to leave because they were worried about the Bright Moon Cauldron.

After stepping out of the tent, Shen Lin stretched lazily before curiously sizing up the busy people.

At that moment, more than a dozen wooden carts pulled by black oxen were parked within the Fire Spirit Tribe, piled high with all kinds of supplies.

The liquor that the Fire Lizard Priest had claimed last night was being used to entertain him was being carried aboard jar after jar.

Chunks of steaming beast meat were clearly freshly slaughtered and prepared.

Shen Lin even saw some people herding a group of slaves together.

According to the Fire Lizard Priest, these were slaves they had captured during battles with other tribes.

They were among the most valuable possessions of the tribe.

Looking at this scene, a trace of confusion appeared on Shen Lin's face.

Was the tribe... relocating?

That could not be right. Shen Lin had observed the Fire Spirit Tribe before, and it was not a nomadic tribe.

Or had an enemy tribe attacked, forcing them to flee?

Just as he was puzzled, the