When the male shaman finished speaking, the entire room fell utterly silent.
Zhang Daoxuan's pupils contracted slightly, and he froze where he stood.
He had thought the whole chain of events was perfectly clear.
The gods above wanted jade.
The priests and clan chiefs in the middle handled the arrangements.
The jade miners below were bled and carved up.
Yet the male shaman said the miners had drawn the blood themselves.
Even Blood Jade had been proposed of their own accord.
How was this oppression?
From top to bottom, every last one of them had dirty hands!
Xu Changqing also fell silent for a moment.
He recovered before Zhang Daoxuan did, but his first reaction was not anger—it was weariness.
When there was not a single clean person in the entire game,
it meant killing anyone would not be enough, while saving anyone would be wrong.
At least one thing the male shaman said was right.
Jade was dead; people were alive.
But in this situation, living people were harder to deal with than dead jade.
Seeing that neither of them spoke, the male shaman said nothing more.
Things had been said this far. It was enough.
Any further, and he might set the fire on his own head.
"You aren't clean either."
Xu Changqing finally spoke, his gaze settling on the male shaman's face. "The clan chief planned to trick those wilderness tribesmen into coming in as expendable material, and you never refused."
At that, the male shaman immediately lowered his head.
Seeing his guilty reaction, Xu Changqing snapped, "Same as before. Tomorrow, I want you to go to the Wave Tribe and find that witch.
Tell her that starting next year, the two tribes will jointly offer one piece of fine jade.
If she agrees, then things will