The woman replied, "To resist that young master of the Ancient Dragon Clan, our Shaman Clan will soon hold a shamanic rite as well. I wonder whether our Shaman Clan will give birth to someone so terrifying."
Zhao Fu smiled and nodded. "I understand."
The woman looked at Zhao Fu. "What? Don't tell me you're also a Wuzi taking part in the shamanic rite?"
Zhao Fu replied with a light laugh, "Mm, I'm here to take part in the Shaman Clan's shamanic rite."
The woman said with a surprised smile, "I never expected you really were a Wuzi. Our Shaman Clan has many Wuzis—I wonder what rank of Wuzi you are."
Zhao Fu asked strangely, "There are many of them? And they're divided into ranks?"
The woman nodded. "Every tribe selects one Wuzi. People like you, who have obtained the inheritance of a Shaman Clan expert, also become Wuzis of the Shaman Clan."
Zhao Fu smiled. "Then how are the ranks determined?"
Just then, an elderly woman with a wrinkled face walked in and said, "That depends on the shaman mark within a Wuzi's body!"
Seeing the old woman enter, the woman smiled and respectfully bowed. "Shaman!"
The old woman acknowledged her, then looked at Zhao Fu. "Who are you?"
The woman explained from the side, "He is a Wuzi who obtained our Shaman Clan's inheritance. He wants a passage token to go to Shaman Land and participate in the shamanic rite."
The old woman looked at Zhao Fu and said, "I can give you a passage token as well, but you must tell me your origins."
Zhao Fu frowned. "Isn't my identity as a Shaman Clan Wuzi enough?"
The old woman said seriously, "It would have been enough in the past, but the situation is grave now. Every outsider