Volume One, Chapter 269
After dealing with the wild boar, the sky had darkened. The group lit a bonfire there and began roasting the boar meat.
Zhao Fu sat silently to the side, slowly comprehending his bloodline.
Lang Lulu said with a smile, "Lang Qing, how many places do you think you can rise in this Shaman Ritual?"
Lang Qing thought for a moment. "Our White Wolf Tribe is currently ranked 283445. We can probably move up a few hundred places!"
Lang Leqing said with a smile, "Moving up a few hundred places would already be a huge improvement. You'd surpass many Wuzi from other tribes."
Lang Qing said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "Just a few hundred places? My ideal result would be to advance a thousand places. If I improve that much, our tribe will receive quite a few rewards too."
Lang Ye said with a laugh, "You have the best aptitude among us. We believe you can do it."
Lang Wuli nodded as well and said with a smile, "The rewards from our tribe's Shaman Ritual are all depending on you this time!"
When participating in the Shaman Clan's Shaman Ritual, not only would the Wuzi receive rewards, but their tribe would receive rewards as well. The higher the ranking, the greater the rewards.
Lang Qing said with a light laugh, "Mm, I'll definitely work hard."
Holding out a roasted piece of boar meat skewered on a branch, Lang Wuli handed it to Lang Qing. "The boar meat is done. Give it a try."
Everyone had long known that Lang Wuli harbored other thoughts toward Lang Qing, so they did not pay much attention. They picked up the branches stuck in the ground and ate the boar meat skewered on them.
Lang Qing did not think much of it. After