The village chief's best room had been cleared out for Xuan Ye and Mosi. Mosi couldn't help exhaling curiously and asking in a low voice,
"Boss, why are we staying here for the night? Did you discover something?"
She really was a tomboy, completely unguarded. Of course, for someone destined to die alone, there was no need to be on guard anyway.
"I discovered something interesting. It's not something you can get involved in. Just sleep quietly for the night."
Xuan Ye didn't put on any airs.
But this only made gossip expert Mosi itch with curiosity. The next moment, however, she suddenly grew drowsy and sank into a deep sleep. Xuan Ye also rose with a smile and left the room...
The Horn People tribe had already seemed exceptionally gloomy beneath the volcanic ash and dark skies. Now, it suddenly fell utterly silent. Even the coughing that had filled the place before had completely ceased.
All the tribesmen who looked like little old men gathered around a great bonfire in a nearby cavern. Their expressions were feverish as they stared at the flames, which were gradually turning green.
Then they prostrated themselves and spoke in fervent, unfamiliar tones.
Meanwhile, the village chief stood on a raised platform, dancing a sacrificial ritual like a man possessed.
Standing silently at the cave entrance and watching everything, Xuan Ye's eyes filled with contemplation.
As expected, although it was inconvenient for him to use Perception too excessively, that familiar aura was not something he could easily ignore.
His original purpose had indeed been to gather information about the surrounding area. But after arriving here, Xuan Ye had sensed a familiar aura.
Yes, it was the aura of an Ancient God—or rather, the aura of the Evil God Legion.
Valinor's main gods were