Prince's Wrath

Five minutes later.

Bang!

Cheng Han descended from the sky and landed steadily, leaving a series of spiderweb-like cracks beneath his feet.

The impact had been transferred into the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the cracks were actually shaped like ram's horns.

This represented exceptionally refined control, and it was also a deliberate attempt to leave traces behind.

Cheng Han did not continue forward. Instead, he looked toward the Totem Pillar.

This place was only one kilometer away from the tribe, so he could clearly make out the Totem Pillar.

The enormous wooden pillar stood atop a hill.

Wooden houses of all sizes had been built around the Totem Pillar. The higher a Green Sheep Person's status, the closer their residence was to the Totem Pillar.

The lower half of the Totem Pillar was covered in numerous ram's-horn-like patterns painted in blue.

The upper half had been carved with reliefs of a certain design, all of which were painted a vivid emerald green.

They were—Thorn Twigs covered in sharp spikes.

Cheng Han murmured softly, "Is this where the Thorn Tribe got its name?"

The tribe's name was precisely—Thorn.

Besides that.

There was another detail worth noting.

The ram's-horn patterns looked somewhat mottled and indistinct. Paint had peeled away in many places, while the color elsewhere had faded considerably.

This was the result of enduring wind, rain, and the passage of time.

Yet the paint on the thorn patterns looked as if it had just been applied. There was not the slightest sign of fading, and there was not even any dust on the surface.

Without a doubt.

This was the work of supernatural power.

A glimmer flashed through Cheng Han's eyes, and the corners of his lips rose. "It's actually an item that passes down Mystic Arts. How interesting!"

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