Jiang Feng followed Qiu Ya into the thatched hut.
Inside the crude room stood a worktable piled high with stones and wooden sticks.
A filthy old man had most of his body hidden behind the table, busy at work.
Even when Qiu Ya and Jiang Feng entered, the old man did not so much as raise his head, remaining absorbed in his work.
Qiu Ya stepped forward and called, "Senior Hou..."
Only then did the old man lift his head, his cloudy eyes turning toward them.
"A newcomer?" His thick, curly, unkempt beard trembled slightly, and a hoarse voice emerged from beneath it.
Qiu Ya nodded. "That's right. His status was just confirmed. He can serve as a warrior."
Senior Hou cast Jiang Feng a glance. Jiang Feng nodded with a smile and politely greeted him, "Greetings, Senior."
Qiu Ya introduced him, "Senior Hou is a third-level Divine Power Realm expert. Within our tribe, only the chieftain is stronger than him."
Jiang Feng still knew nothing about the realms of gods, but he could sense the surging divine power within Senior Hou. From within that short body, Jiang Feng sensed a steady aura second only to the chieftain's.
"In the corner. Go take one yourself." After sizing Jiang Feng up, Senior Hou pointed at a heap of clutter in the corner.
Jiang Feng looked over and discovered that it was filled with stone spears made from rocks and wooden sticks.
These stone spears were exactly like those held by the two guards outside the chieftain's thatched hut.
A stone with a sharp edge was tied to a relatively straight wooden stick. The sticks were not made of carefully worked wood; nearly all were exceedingly rough branches.
In short, these stone spears looked exactly like those made by primitive men.
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