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As he spoke, the old shaman Canggu stopped and fixed Katrian with a burning gaze, adding pointedly, "Katrian, you are an outstanding daughter of our people, blessed with both beauty and grace, and you already know the master. When necessary, you must understand how to give of yourself for our people's future."

At his words, two patches of crimson immediately bloomed on Katrian's cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears.

I've already given so much, she thought, but she did not dare say it aloud.

She merely lowered her head shyly and answered in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, "Yes, High Priest. I understand. For the tribe, I will do my best."

That evening, an exciting piece of news quietly spread among the members of the Frostwolf Tribe: their honored guest possessed the purest legendary Elven Imperial Bloodline and was a young, powerful, highly esteemed grand shaman of the Saint Realm!

The High Priest hoped that the tribespeople could keep this honored guest with their warmth, making him willing to become the tribe's guardian and lead their people toward a revival!

The news was like a massive boulder cast into a tranquil lake, stirring ripple after ripple.

The next day, Li Chen awoke on a stone bed covered with a thick snow bear hide. Outside the window, the wind and snow still howled, but inside the longhouse, it was as warm as spring.

He had just risen when Katrian entered with a basin of warm water and a clean towel, her manner gentle. "Master, you're awake. The blizzard outside won't stop anytime soon. There are many interesting places in our tribe. Why don't you let me show you around?"

Li Chen considered briefly. The war between Heavenly Strategy and Daluo had entered a stalemate, and Sergei