It was a red-haired man from Shenzhou, carrying a wooden staff topped with an ornament shaped like wheat stalks. He seemed to be a healer, but his muscular physique appeared to disagree.
"Lianshan Clan?"
Zhao Bai muttered to himself, never expecting this newly unearthed Stigmata to belong to him.
Wasn't that the sewer Stigmata?
That was what he thought, but then he realized that games were games, and the story was the story. A Stigmata's strength in the game did not necessarily reflect its performance in the story. It was best to take it with a grain of salt.
In any case, this man was one of Zhao Bai's ancestors, the original form of the Shennong Clan.
He had a wife named Ji Lin.
She was one of the finest loli beauties in Shenzhou's history.
However, it was said that while even Himeko could only bear the Xuanyuan Sword on her back, Ji Lin could effortlessly hold it in her arms. As for whether she was really a loli, Zhao Bai remained in the dark for now.
"Zhao Bai, do you know this person?"
Theresa asked in surprise. As a European, although she had repeatedly heard of how ancient Shenzhou's cultural heritage was, she had never truly related to it. Only when Zhao Bai seemed to recognize the owner of the Stigmata at a glance did she cry out in astonishment.
"It's the Lianshan Clan. Everyone from Shenzhou knows him."
Zhao Bai answered in a low voice.
"Who?"
The Lianshan Clan heard the sound. The muscles all over his body bulged as he swiftly swung the wheat-adorned wooden staff in a circle. In his hands, it became something like a javelin. A sharp whistle tore through the sky as the staff shot toward them like an arrow released from a