Tribe

The woman sat down in the chair beside the bed and said:

"If you hadn't woken up soon, the chieftain would have had to throw you out."

"After all, no tribe is willing to feed someone who does no work for nothing."

"That mouthful of Essence of Faith just now was saved from the chieftain's own share."

"One mouthful would be nothing, but one every day—even the chieftain can't bear that burden."

Those few simple words gave Jiang Feng an understanding of his current circumstances.

He was apparently in some tribe. The tribe's chieftain was a good man, using his own Essence of Faith each day to nourish Jiang Feng's body.

Jiang Feng asked, "What is a tribe?"

The woman thought for a moment before replying, "A tribe is a tribe."

"Put simply, tribes are the smallest group units in the God Realm."

"Divine beings find it difficult to survive in the God Realm. They have to band together to survive."

"That is why the God Realm developed its own unique system, with tribes as the primary units, clinging together for survival."

Jiang Feng frowned. "The God Realm is difficult to survive in?"

The woman nodded. "I know what you're thinking, but I can tell you clearly: the God Realm is extremely unsuitable for living beings to survive in. At least, it is unsuitable for lifeforms like us who came from the lower realms."

"Many things here are different from the lower realms."

"There is no complex evolution of all things here. There are only the most fundamental forces."

"How should I describe it to you?"

The woman thought for a moment, pulled a stalk of dry grass from the straw bed beneath Jiang Feng, then stood up and extended it into the flickering lamplight.

Something that surprised Jiang Feng