"Cang, a god has arrived. He wants you to come over!"
The Divine Mind Tribe member in the lead spoke.
"Oh, a god has arrived?"
"Yes, hurry and come pay your respects with me. If you behave well, you might even gain the god's forgiveness and have your Cold Pattern Mark removed. Even restoring your position as young master isn't impossible."
The tribesman said.
"Heh, then let's go."
Chu Kuangren tightened the cloak around himself and chuckled.
Qingyi followed behind him.
The two arrived in the central area of the Divine Mind Tribe, where countless houses stood, any one of them better than the cave Chu Kuangren lived in.
"Tsk, look. Isn't that the former young master?"
"What he's wearing is... a cloak made from Whitefire Spirit Fox fur. Something that fine is actually being worn by him?"
"What a flower stuck in cow dung."
"He couldn't have stolen it, could he? In his current circumstances, he can barely get by. How could he get his hands on something so fine?"
The people around them pointed at Chu Kuangren and gossiped.
Chu Kuangren remained indifferent to this situation. In Cang's memories, he had long since grown accustomed to such things.
He was also observing his surroundings curiously with his Emperor Thought.
Most people in the entire Divine Mind Tribe were ordinary people. Only a few possessed a talent for Psychic Power and could cultivate it.
In their eyes, Psychic Power was a gift bestowed upon them by the gods.
As for qi cultivation...
Qi cultivation was forbidden in the Divine Mind Tribe.
In their eyes, cultivating qi meant stealing the Deities' power. It was a grave affront to the Deities, an unforgivable act.
However, Cang had traveled beyond the tribe several years ago and witnessed the strength of qi cultivators.