The Wu-Earth Tribe.
Inside the stone hall.
Three cups of spirit tea sat on the table, their brew clear and golden.
Ji Yuan and Huang Tu took seats reserved for guests.
The Sixth Clan Elder settled into the seat of honor, leaning on his glossy black cane.
"I heard from Huang Tu that you come from the Cangluo Continent, young friend Qiu?"
"That's right." Ji Yuan nodded slightly.
"The Cangluo Continent..."
The Sixth Clan Elder rolled the words over his tongue, as though searching his memory for that distant land.
"When I was young, I read an ancient text preserved by the tribe. It said the Cangluo Continent was thin in spiritual energy and poor in cultivation resources. Spirit Transformation Cultivators were unheard of, and even Nascent Soul Cultivators were few and far between.
For you to have reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage at such a young age is no small feat."
Ji Yuan smiled without taking up the topic and merely raised his tea to take a sip.
Huang Tu smiled along, but his gaze kept drifting toward the Sixth Clan Elder, as if he were waiting for something.
The Sixth Clan Elder exchanged a few more pleasantries, asking about Ji Yuan's travels and how the customs of the Barbarian God Continent differed from those of his homeland.
Ji Yuan answered each question in turn, speaking with propriety, neither overly warm nor cold.
After several rounds of tea, the Sixth Clan Elder finally set down his cup.
His keen eyes fixed on Ji Yuan. "Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'll come straight to the point."
He paused. "Huang Tu should have told you the gist of the Primordial Wu-Earth Well. It has confounded the Wu-Earth Tribe for thousands of years. Three generations of clan elders have tried everything, yet none