When Xuanming saw the Lesser Shaman, approval showed in her eyes. "You've done well. You're a son of the Wu Clan!"
The Lesser Shaman stared in disbelief. Once he recovered, tears streamed down his face, and he roared, "Guan Qing, a prospective Human-Witch of the Xuanming Tribe, has now advanced to Lesser Shaman! I pay my respects to the Xuanming Ancestral Shaman!"
This Lesser Shaman had once been a Human-Witch! Many Human-Witches had been born from unions between the Wu Clan and the Human Race. They had been assigned to different tribes according to the Daos in their bloodlines, becoming prospective members.
All they had to do was become Lesser Shamans, and they would be accepted into their tribes.
Guan Qing had once been a prospective member. Now that he was a Lesser Shaman and had seen Xuanming, the leader of the Xuanming Tribe, he was overwhelmed. He was like a homeless child who had finally found his home.
The Lesser Shaman could not hold back his tears. Alongside his excitement, he carried years of hurt.
Xuanming, usually so composed, felt a pang of sorrow and a surge of excitement. At last, she spoke hoarsely. "Good... good... You truly are a child of the Xuanming Tribe! You've done well. We of the Wu Clan would rather die standing than live on our knees! No matter how strong our enemies are, we must dare to challenge them! A fearless will is what endures in the Wu Clan! But we won't tolerate outsiders disciplining our people. Only the Wu Clan may teach its children. If outsiders dare interfere, what should we do?"
Her hoarse words rang out with boundless ferocity, rippling through the air.
In the distance, members of the Xuanming Tribe emerging from the Underworld roared, "Kill! Kill! Kill..."
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