Xu Jin walked outside, his gaze turning toward the man surrounded by the tribespeople.
A broad smile on his face, Chu Xingchen took food from his Spatial Ring and began handing it out to the surrounding tribespeople, even giving one of them a double portion.
Watching more and more tribespeople gather, Chu Xingchen finished distributing what he held and waved a hand.
"Make some room. I still have someone to find. Go divide it among yourselves."
The tribespeople hurriedly scattered at his words, clearing a path before dispersing with their supplies.
Chu Xingchen lightly dusted off his hands, lifted his gaze, and smiled at the incredulous Xu Jin.
"Long time no see. You really made yourself hard to find, hiding here. Good thing I ran into these locals. They said there was a strange-looking halfwit here, and I knew right away it was you."
Xu Jin looked around a couple of times and found that Chu Xingchen seemed to have come alone. But what baffled him most was something else.
"You can communicate with them?"
"You can't? How long has it been since we last met? To think a current-generation disciple of the mighty Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect has fallen this far."
"Don't they repel spiritual power? Or can you actually understand their language?"
Chu Xingchen tilted his head slightly. Myriad Forms, in its embroidery-needle form, glimmered faintly purple as profound Dao resonance flowed around it. He chuckled.
"Just use an advanced illusion technique. None of them have any cultivation. Never mind communicating-I could make them turn somersaults without saying a word."
Xu Jin was momentarily speechless... An illusion technique at the divine ability level counts as an advanced version?
That was certainly not a level just anyone could reach.
"Naturally, I'm not as capable as you." Xu Jin did