The Judgment Divine Envoys truly were the temple's young elites; these four worked with remarkable efficiency.
In just five days, they had completed the distribution of blessings across the other six tribal gathering regions and had all of them replace their ritual totems.
Meanwhile, Lorraine and Mosato had also brought back the first group of Tribal Leaders from the regions near the heartland, five in total.
Four of the leaders came from medium-sized tribes and possessed Blood Pattern Realm cultivation. The other came from a relatively declining large tribe and was at the second level of the Incarnation Realm, the same as Mosato.
"Elder Mosato, we're almost at the border of my tribe's territory. What exactly is this urgent matter you mentioned?"
The leader of the large tribe looked perplexed.
If he had not known that Mosato and Lorraine were the ones inviting him, he would never have left his tribe and come to such a remote border region.
"Leader Nuta, have your tribe's tribute and sacrifices for the temple this year been prepared?"
Rather than immediately answering his question, Mosato suddenly brought up tribute and sacrifice, asking a question in return.
Nuta was left speechless by the question. This elder really knew which pot not to open. Before setting out, he had already been fretting over this very matter.
As the leader of a large tribe, the tribute and sacrificial quota he had to hand over was a hundred times greater than that of small tribes like Nalran's.
And as mentioned before, his tribe had already begun to decline. Its ranks suffered from a severe gap between the old and the new.
Though he, the Tribal Leader, was at the second level of the Incarnation Realm, the second-strongest barbarian cultivator in the tribe had fallen all the way to