From Ancient Times: A Grotto-Heaven from Ten Thousand Years Ago! (Please Subscribe and Vote!)

Li Chen held the Words of the Stars scepter, which trembled faintly as though in time with his heartbeat, and felt the vast power contained within it.

Then he looked down at the dense sea of tribespeople kneeling in utter devotion, and understood.

The scepter really was useful. It was not merely a treasure of boundless power, but the supreme token of authority over all the wizard tribes of the Northern Lands.

It seemed he had made exactly the right move. He could indeed put this force to good use in achieving his goals.

That night, the utterly loyal Oksana, who felt honored to share in his glory, carefully prepared an intimate yet lavish celebration in her spacious longhouse.

Dozens of beautiful women who had shared intimate exchanges with Li Chen and enjoyed close relationships with him were invited. From the mature, alluring Svetlana and Lyubov to the youthful, spirited Alina, Mila, Nasia, and others, they all gathered together.

They raised their cups together, congratulating Li Chen on becoming the Witch Ancestor, the supreme figure of their tribes and indeed all the surviving Northern Elves.

Laughter filled the room, cups crossed amid the toasts, and the atmosphere was exuberant. Naturally, there were plenty of intimate delights that could not be spoken of to outsiders.

Had anyone passed by, they would surely have heard peals of girlish laughter, enchanting songs, and a certain kind of commotion that would have left them red-faced.

The next day, news of the new Witch Ancestor's emergence spread like wildfire across the vast surrounding snowfields and forests.

Just as Oksana had said, within a single day, delegations from seven or eight neighboring tribes hurried to the Frostwolf Tribe.

The representatives were all women, each an exceptionally beautiful and highly respected figure in her own tribe.

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