"Where were the people of the Huoshi Tribe?" Ye Zhen looked at the empty Huoshi Tribe, not a single person in sight, his face full of surprise.
An awkward look flashed across Wu You's face. "Divine Envoy Ye, it was like this. Wasn't your disaster relief a race against time? We were afraid those Sand Clan people would affect the speed of your relief efforts and disturb you, so we evacuated them early, so you could focus on saving the disaster victims in peace."
"Afraid I would be disturbed, so I could save the disaster victims in peace?"
"Hehe, Divine Sacrifice Wu certainly knows how to talk." A faint sneer hung at the corner of Ye Zhen's lips.
They were not afraid of disturbing Ye Zhen. They were afraid that the Sand Clan people of this tribe would witness Ye Zhen's Divine Miracle-like methods. In such a catastrophe, if Ye Zhen displayed Divine Miracles now, most of the people in this tribe would absolutely become Fanatic Believers.
They feared that the Sand Clan people of this tribe would become loyal believers of Ye Zhen, this divine envoy, causing them to lose control over the tribe. They feared that this tribe would fall under Ye Zhen's control.
The awkwardness on Wu You's face grew even heavier, and he could only respond with an exceedingly embarrassed smile.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should have been Divine Sacrifice Xiao Ze's arrangement, right?" Ye Zhen asked Wu You.
Besides embarrassment, Wu You's face carried an additional trace of helplessness. "This... I ask Divine Envoy Ye for understanding. I was only following orders here."
"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for Divine Sacrifice Wu. We'll simply provide disaster relief. But before that, I want to give Divine Sacrifice Wu a reminder first," Ye Zhen