As the Great Shaman Zhu bowed, the people of the tribe failed to react.
The Luo River Goddess's beauty was like the rarest treasure in the world, and many men of the Fuxi Tribe stared blankly at the peerless goddess standing barefoot upon the water.
Even the tribe's chief, Jiang Yang's ready-made father, was no exception.
The sharp-eyed Great Shaman Zhu caught the slight furrow of the Luo River Goddess's brows. His heart jolted, and he hurriedly gave a loud cough.
Only then did the people of the Fuxi Tribe come to their senses. Shame filled their faces, and they bowed under the chief's lead.
Eighth-Generation Fuxi put away the amazement in his eyes and spoke apologetically.
"Fuxi pays his respects to the Luo River Goddess. Your beauty struck us as heavenly. Please forgive us mortals for our disrespect."
Perhaps the name Fuxi reminded the Luo River Goddess of the past. Her brows relaxed, and she revealed a cool yet polite smile.
"Time truly is the measure of all things. Fuxi, it has been a thousand years since I last saw you. Since yours is the clan passed down by 'them,' I can help you, but gods have their own laws."
"I need to confirm whether that Nine-Headed Fierce Beast possesses supernatural power. If it is merely an ordinary wild beast with extraordinary natural gifts, I cannot intervene directly to drive it away."
The Luo River Goddess sighed.
She looked around at this group of Fuxi Clan members clad in animal skins.
Suddenly, a familiar presence shook her heart, and her eyes lit up!
It's the presence of my divine master! His god blood entered a mother's womb, and he was reincarnated here!
There, among the crowd,
a handsome human boy with clear eyes and an outstanding bearing stood beside