In the center of the empty darkness, Ye Chen stared at Jietisikoki in silence for several seconds before probing in a low voice:
"So you mean you're going to keep me trapped in this darkness, like solitary confinement?"
Hearing this, Jietisikoki smiled meaningfully.
"Haha, of course not. As the master here, how could I possibly subject a guest like you to such a dull reception?"
Having said that, the Butcher Hunter snapped his fingers for the third time.
Snap.
The next second, the boundless, empty world of darkness transformed into a lush, sprawling emerald forest.
Not knowing what Jietisikoki intended to do, Ye Chen turned to survey this brand-new scene, only to discover a village standing behind him.
It was a primitive tribe.
Every house was a uniform low, square structure made of earth, embedded among the hills like blocks of varying sizes.
Villagers could be seen throughout every corner of the tribe. Their clothing was woven from animal hides and plant fibers, while their facial features were entirely human.
The men carried wooden bows, sharp spears, and slings, moving in groups as they transported freshly hunted animal carcasses.
The women wore rough vests and skirts, some planting crops in the fields, some weaving beneath the shade, and some nursing infants at home.
The children held toys made of wood or bone, hopping and skipping through the village without a care in the world as they frolicked and played.
The elderly mingled among all these groups. Some guided the younger generation in their work, some gathered to discuss communal affairs, and some simply enjoyed their leisure.
Everything looked so peaceful and tranquil.
Standing atop a cliff above the tribe, Ye Chen swept his gaze across the scene in confusion. Before long, he spotted the Daig Family among the villagers.
"Huh?"