Meeting

At the service counter of Shuangliu Airport, Turkalando wore a beaming smile.

As long as her abilities are normal, Tulkalandor works this smoothly against ordinary people; almost everyone naturally treats her as one of their own and provides assistance within their capabilities.

However, within her capabilities, she can only target ordinary people and some low-level Sequence Holder.

Turkalando had a smile on her face, but her pacing back and forth clearly wasn't as relaxed and at ease as she appeared.

She posted information about Zhang Xuezhou a long time ago, but she doesn't know if the information was sent or if she received any feedback.

Previously, Turkalando could travel freely around the world, but after her identity changed to that of the Turk chieftain and a member of the Thousand Islands Alliance, she became uncomfortable and found it difficult to enter other countries.

She was never short of paladins secretly following her, always citing the same old reason. "For safety."

If her behavior is found to be against the rules, Tulcarandor will be forcibly brought back.

They were able to enter Shuangliu Airport, but Turkalando was unable to use the Airbus to leave the Thousand Islands Alliance.

She used to think her mother was too old-fashioned. She clearly held the highest power in the tribe, so why didn't she take Ren Yisheng back, or simply go to the Scarlet Alliance State? It wasn't until Turkalando sat in that position that she realized how much she lacked freedom.

No matter what she does or even what she wants to do, the elders will offer gentle advice.

If the elders disagree, her orders cannot be carried out.

The elders who control the Tur clan need a visible controller, but this controller cannot have real power.

Her position is somewhat similar to that of an honorary chieftain.

Such figurehead chiefs rarely do good things, but when bad things happen, they inevitably become scapegoats.

If it weren't for her mother's nearly twenty years of efforts, Turkalandor felt her situation would have been even worse after becoming chief.

The Tuer people have a supreme divine authority, but the Tuer god has no say in these matters and finds it difficult to exercise control.

Even if the chieftain invokes a god to kill an elder, the corresponding Lineage will continue to send out another elder, while the god Tu'er is difficult to kill repeatedly at the chieftain's behest.

The chieftain holds a potential trump card, while the elders possess real control.

How to make good use of one's trump card and how to handle the relationships involved are things that every chieftain needs to go through.

"What trump card...?"

Turkalando brooded, thinking that her own Turkal God might be replaced and her cheap father would take over. She felt that everything was too difficult.

She is likely the only chief in the history of the Tur tribe without a trump card.

As many thoughts swirled in his mind, Turkalando's eyes suddenly lit up.

Through the monitor screen at the service desk, she finally saw a familiar figure.

This allowed Turcalando to leave extremely quickly.

After walking only three hundred meters along the turnaround, Turkalando had already spotted Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

"I'm here!"

Turkalando waved vigorously at the crowd.

"Saati!"

Turkalando's shouts not only gave Zhang Xuezhou a headache, but also made Ren Anran's expression extremely unpleasant.

Clearly, her nominal younger sister is as clueless as ever. Time has not changed Turkalando's mind; on the contrary, it has made her deeply ingrained. Even when Turkalando is in a helpless situation, all she thinks of is Zhang Xuezhou.

Why are you wearing dark circles under your eyes again?

Looking at Turkalando's panda eyes smeared with smoky makeup, Zhang Xuezhou found it hard to bear.

"Don't even mention it! I just finished a ceremony today, I had to dress up like this," Tulcarando complained. "I don't like this weird makeup either. If it weren't for my own skills, I think everyone in the world would look at me like I'm a monster!"

"I will guide your Tuer people's aesthetic sense more in the future," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's much better now; ordinary people don't need to apply it anymore," Turkalando said. "Before, many people would use soot to cover their eye circles!"

"This exotic charm is quite interesting," Ren Anran said. "As the world continues to develop, places that preserve ancient customs might even develop a unique style, attracting tourists."

"Too!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, ultimately deciding not to dwell on Turkalando's makeup.

Information circulating globally is far from sufficient; let alone ordinary people, even Zhang Xuezhou and others have limited understanding of the Tuer tribe.

Ninety-nine percent of the world's population has never been abroad. Many have never even left their own province or city. From books, they only know of the Thousand Islands Alliance. As for the Tours region, they have only glanced at it on a map and few remember it, let alone have any thought of visiting it.

But perhaps one day the world will enter a new phase of development, and some people who are used to their surrounding lifestyles will want to try something new, and then the situation may be different.

You just want me to look bad!

Turkalando muttered something to herself, which made Ren Anran almost want to beat up her younger sister.

She didn't know why she was angry. Perhaps it was because Zhang Xuezhou was involved, or perhaps it was because Turkalando's expression was bolder than hers, or perhaps it was because the foreigner she thought she would never meet was actually her own sister, or perhaps it was because conflicts easily arise between siblings.

In short, Ren Anran and Turkalando's relationship is far from friendly, but they are likely to genuinely help each other when problems arise.

That's their current situation.

When Ren Anran quickly described Ren Yisheng's symptoms and needs, Turkalando's mouth remained agape for a long time.

"He's alive again?" Turkalando asked incredulously, "He's really alive?"

"He's alive," Ren Anran nodded, "But it's uncertain how long he'll live. We still need to take some Soul Jade back to protect him."

"Here are some videos the professor specially saved for you," Zhang Xuezhou said. "You can watch them if you want, or leave them aside if you don't. By the way, I need Soul Jade to help you!"

"Saati's request is definitely not a problem," Turkalando said. "If you need anything, I'll even give you the chieftain. You can take whatever you want then!"

"I don't need it!"

If it weren't for Turkalando mentioning the three Soul Jade, and Ren Yisheng's urgent need for them, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his chances of ever coming to the Turkal tribe in this lifetime were very slim.

He waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he couldn't handle the Tuer people and had no intention of developing his career there.

The group of people finally managed to get together.

After a brief initial meeting and basic communication, Turkalandor began to recount his life as a chieftain.

Almost exactly as Zhang Xuezhou had imagined, Turkalando's situation was nearly identical to that of the new emperor, and perhaps even worse.

Among the Tur tribe, some are now attributing these strange insects to the new chief's lack of sincerity in serving the Tur god.