Just as Li Meng was about to speak, Li Chen said casually, "Li Chen, from the Imperial Capital. I'm here to do some business."
A flicker of surprise crossed Chi Chuan's eyes.
Ordinary people were so intimidated by the aura of his Heaven-High Fortune Gu that they could barely speak coherently.
Yet this man remained completely unruffled. It seemed he had some ability.
Chi Chuan's background was anything but ordinary. He was the son of the White Miao Tribe's chief and the inheritor of the Heaven-High Fortune Gu.
The Heaven-High Fortune Gu was said to be exceptionally proud. Unless its host possessed outstanding talent and fortune, it would rather die than acknowledge a master.
When Chi Chuan was young, the Heaven-High Fortune Gu had reportedly chosen him of its own accord, astonishing even the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord had marveled at Chi Chuan's talent, calling him the very future of the Witch Gu Holy Land.
Of course, the Holy Lord had already called no fewer than ten people the future of the Witch Gu Holy Land.
It was just something he said casually, after all. The Holy Lord considered it encouragement for the younger generation, given with the Witch Gu Holy Land's future in mind.
It was worth noting that the Holy Lord stood above all the tribal chiefs, occupying a tier of his own within the Witch Gu Holy Land.
Those who became Holy Lord concerned themselves with the development of the entire Witch Gu Holy Land, rather than the affairs of any single tribe.
Among the Witch Gu Holy Land's Gu lineages, there were over a dozen large tribes and more than a hundred scattered smaller ones.
The White Miao Tribe and the Black Miao Tribe were the most powerful among them.
The Li Tribe was the