"Through all our lives, we will never forget!"
Those who had been awake from the start and those who later awoke were all weeping tears of joy. Ever since they could remember, no one had treated the Page Stone Clan kindly. Contempt, fear, and ambushes had always followed them. Their tribe had once numbered tens of thousands; now only a few hundred remained, clinging to life. Even so, the power of the curse had been passed down through generations. Now the calamity of their clan's extinction had struck again, yet this man in blue had arrived. He treated them as equals, healed the poisoned wounds of their companions, and fought fiercely against the curse.
For thousands of years, only this man had treated their forgotten, cursed tribe as equals. Only he was willing to fight for them and pull them from the mire of the curse.
For all these thousands of years, they had suffered under the curse's torment. Every time it struck, the whole clan suffered terrible losses. Their tribe had dwindled from tens of thousands to just a few hundred. The people of the Page Stone Clan had prayed that one day they might meet a saint who could save their clan and allow it to endure, carving a path through this thorn-choked world. When the curse erupted again this time, everyone had believed that the Page Stone Clan's great disaster had finally arrived. Then Lu Xiaotian had unexpectedly appeared—the one person who did not despise them and was willing to save them. At this moment, that slender figure in blue was like the supreme spiritual totem of the Page Stone Clan, drawing the few hundred surviving clanspeople to kneel in worship.
Buzz. The seven sariras each shot out a beam of cold light, which converged into a