At the end of the road, Lin Yu soon noticed a cluster of buildings appearing on the broad riverbank.
Lin Yu and Qianhuan were quite certain that this cluster of buildings was the Raccoon Dog Tribe's sacred land.
The reason was simple...
At the very center of the cluster stood a huge, oiled paulownia wood statue: a majestic and muscular giant raccoon dog demon.
Although it had the form of a beast's head atop a human body, complete with sharp fangs and claws, it did not look ferocious.
Looking at the statue, Lin Yu could not help sighing. "This is the first time I've ever seen such a solemn and dignified raccoon dog. Is this their ancestor?"
"It should be. And their Tribe Leader looks more or less like this, too," Qianhuan said. "It feels like the same bloodline has been passed down."
Lin Yu was somewhat surprised. "Is the Raccoon Dog Tribe Leader inherited from generation to generation?"
Qianhuan shook his head. "No. Sanqiu hasn't developed such an advanced method as hereditary succession yet. Whoever is the biggest and can fight the best becomes the leader and Tribe Leader. Of course, compared with Blood Country, they're still somewhat more civilized. If the old Tribe Leader isn't killed by the new one, or admits that he can't defeat him, he can simply step down and become a Tribal Elder."
"However, what you said about hereditary succession isn't entirely wrong, either. Demons of the same race generally share common ancestors, and intermarriage is very common. Most of them are related somehow."
As they discussed the Sanqiu Demon Race, the two soon arrived at the entrance to the Raccoon Dog Tribe's sacred land.
Compared with the scattered villages in the wilderness earlier, this sacred land was far more impressive, with tall walls