Shamanism

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A gust swept past. The Jade Qilin seemed to dissolve into countless droplets, dispersing like mist and smoke. Only the white bone book it had spat out remained.

"Waaah!"

The baby's cries grew louder. Several middle-aged women fled the tent in fright. "Chief... the child, he... he..."

Yuan lifted the tent flap and saw a plump, fair-skinned baby walking across the ground.

With each step, he seemed to age a year. By the fourth, he looked like a child of four or five. He picked up the bone book and gazed at Yuan with dark eyes, leaving Yuan's heart strangely hollow.

"The son of the water spirit!"

Suddenly, an old man accompanying Yuan sank to his knees, trembling as he called out the title again and again.

The strange signs surrounding the birth did seem closely tied to water.

"The son of the water spirit!"

"The son of the water spirit!"

The humans dropped to their knees like wheat before a scythe, leaving Yuan standing alone.

He stared, dumbstruck, and for a moment forgot how to speak.

Several months later.

The Great Jing Tribe.

"Su..."

Yuan watched the child in animal skins approach, his expression complicated.

Su was his son, yet he had been extraordinary from birth. His features were refined, and he carried an air of authority that made even Yuan find it hard to scold him.

He had not continued growing a year with every step after the day of his birth, but he still possessed a presence all his own.

Because of the bone book, Yuan had taken the opening word and named him Su, signifying "the sign of the Plain King."

"Father..."

Su raised his head slightly and looked at Yuan. "I heard from the tribe's hunting party that they encountered the Hairy