After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Dabai felt helpless too. There was nothing he could do about it.
They were born in the Sea of Nether Domain and died in the Sea of Nether Domain. As soon as they left, they would be worth less than snow beneath the sun. Snow could still melt into water and continue to exist in the world.
But they would truly leave nothing behind. There would not even be anyone who remembered them.
The middle-aged man led his people away with their heads bowed and spirits low. Whether they returned to their old home or wandered elsewhere, it was beyond Dabai and the others' power to manage.
Blackheart Elder was still atop the altar, mourning Old Village Chief.
So Dabai and the others did not leave. Instead, they pitched tents in the plaza at the base of the Altar, intending to rest properly while they waited for Blackheart Elder to return.
He Dazhi took brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, then went with Ghost King to the carvings on the altar walls. They began studying them as they copied the images. The scenes depicted there might concern ancient secrets, so they were well worth investigating.
After Tian Buyi and the others examined Luo Yunji, they found he was merely asleep and that there was nothing wrong with his body. Zhang Xiaofan could finally set his mind at ease and get back to cooking.
Everything was moving in a good direction. As for the Fire Qilin and Huiwen Golden Eagle, the two fierce and powerful beasts blocking their way home, they did not want to think about them just yet.
What a headache!
"Wake up!"
Everyone felt a breeze seem to brush past their ears, as if someone were whispering to them. They assumed it was