Dan Bie was somewhat speechless and let out a cold laugh.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the Wilderness. The Wilderness has never had this 'God Lord' of yours who claims that all living beings are equal..."
Among the other guests from the Danque Tribe, some also chuckled.
"You speak of realms and cultivation as though there were no difference between them. Are you an idiot? Realm is the foundation of the Great Dao, cultivation the root of one's Dao practice. Foundation Establishment and Golden Core are as far apart as heaven and earth—how could there be no difference?"
The four seats grew somewhat noisy.
Some laughed lightly, some shook their heads, and some looked at Danzhu without saying anything.
Once the surrounding discussion had settled somewhat, Dan Bie looked at Mo Hua and said indifferently:
"My Danque Tribe is a major tribe. Our ancestors once entered the Vermilion Bird Royal Court of the Wilderness. We are not some crude little barbarian clan that will listen to your wild babble."
"We know very well about Shamans."
"Tell me, exactly where is this Mr. Wu from? And precisely what sort of 'God Lord' does he worship?"
"What is his purpose in coming to my Danque Tribe?"
Upon the high platform, surrounded by beautiful concubines, the burly and imposing Great Chieftain of the Danque Tribe also looked over. His gaze carried heavy pressure as it fell upon Mo Hua.
There was not a trace of goodwill in that gaze.
Seeing Mo Hua questioned, Danzhu spoke up. "Father..."
The Great Chieftain shook his head, not allowing Danzhu to continue. He looked at Mo Hua, his voice deep and commanding.
"By tribal law, impersonating a Shaman is a capital crime. The culprit shall be torn apart by chariots,
their corpse cast into