The group walked into an open space, where the twilight sunlight shone on the rooftops of six simple houses.

From the sky, the terrain here looks like a sharply defined, yet somewhat distorted circle.

In the center of this circle, a rectangular piece of land was dug out, allowing sunlight to shine directly into this open space.

The surrounding area was filled with lush, tall trees, and scattered with weeds and wildflowers.

About 100 meters behind those houses, there is a small hill and a small waterfall, and a stream flows downstream.

As a campsite, it's nestled against the mountains and facing the water; the environment here is already quite excellent.

At this moment, what Ye Feng saw in front of him were six domed houses, similar to Mongolian yurts.

However, the roof was made of dried palm leaves, and the walls were simply built with dark gray mud.

Some of the dried mud walls have cracked and show signs of collapsing.

If this were a safe place, it would be understandable, but this is the Amazon, and their houses don't even leave the ground.

This is by no means a safe haven.

Especially now that it's the rainy season, there's a lot of rain.

Even when the mud is completely dry, it will become brittle and prone to collapse under the prolonged exposure to rain and the scorching sun, which is extremely dangerous.

It's unclear whether these Baija people genuinely don't know how to build houses, or if they're simply too busy.

Anyway, Ye Feng's first impression of this place can be summed up in two words... backward.

This is even more backward than the rural areas in China during the famine of the last century.

There was no one in the camp at this time, but from the largest mud hut in the middle, one could still faintly hear the sounds of disordered conversation.

It sounds like the Baija tribe members are having a meeting...

Ye Feng looked at Bu Da, about to speak, when Bu Da respectfully bowed to him.

"Please wait a moment, my lord. I will go and inform the chief and the high priest immediately."

Without waiting for a reply, she and Buyi ran towards the mud house.

"Wow, tsk tsk tsk." Zhan Pengwu kept shaking his head and clicking his tongue as he looked at these mud buildings.

"Brother, these houses are much worse than the treehouse you built. I remember one year when Henan was flooded, the houses where the refugees who were submerged lived were much better than this."

Qi Xiaoyan nodded in agreement, saying, "Compared to the harsh conditions here, our orphanage seems much happier."

Even the usually taciturn Tang Weiwei couldn't help but show a look of sympathy...

"This proves the saying, 'While you're complaining about how hard life is, somewhere in the world, people might not even have enough to eat.' Ye Feng, how do you plan to help them?"

Ye Feng stroked his chin, unsure how to answer. Or rather, he didn't know where to begin...

Because he felt that everything he saw from the moment he entered this place was a loophole.

The sentry posts were neither visible nor concealed; all the houses were dilapidated, prone to flooding when it rained, and easily collapsed over time. They were also not insect-proof and not sturdy.

Such a house offers absolutely no security, whether for long-term survival or for future defense.

Just as Ye Feng was wondering where to start, he heard Liu Sisi's reminder.

"Hey, hey, Brother Feng, they're out."

Ye Feng looked up and saw a large group of people walking out of the largest mud house. He estimated that there were more than 80 people.

Some of them held wooden spears, some carried wooden bows, and a few held rusty ironware, their eyes fixed on Ye Feng and his companions.

Leading the way was a woman in her forties wearing a feather headband and holding a colorful, adorned scepter.

Her face was mostly covered in black makeup, somewhat like a cheap version of smoky eye makeup. Her hair was greasy, her expression was solemn, and her steps were light.

The clothes are made of fabric and are colorful, clearly showing the characteristics of ethnic minorities.

It was a bit dirty, though...

Beside her was a woman in her forties, whose makeup consisted of white and gray, forming a beautiful pattern below her eyelids.

She was holding a large stick that had been polished to a shine and had some patterns carved on it.

The clothes are still made of fabric, but there are fewer colors.

From these details, Ye Feng could tell at a glance that the two people should be the highest rulers of the Baijia tribe, the high priest and the chieftain.

Salra had told him that the high priest was called Tatis, and the chieftain was called Krati.

Seeing that the other person was about to reach him, Ye Feng suddenly became a little nervous.

He is a rather socially awkward person, and the Baija tribe is known as a forbidden area for men. How should he greet the leader of the tribe when he meets him for the first time, since he does not understand the Baija language?

While he was thinking, Tatis had already walked to within a meter of him and was scrutinizing him sharply from head to toe.

Ye Feng assumed the other party wanted him to make the first move, so he subconsciously extended his right hand, intending to offer a modern handshake.

However, he regretted it as soon as he stretched it out. How could such an ancient and backward people understand such etiquette?

But just as he hesitated, the other side unexpectedly reached out their hand as well.

Ye Feng was slightly startled, and before he could think further, he was about to step forward and grasp it...

Suddenly, Tatis reached down and Ye Feng felt a tightness in his lower body as his manhood was grabbed.

"What kind of approach is this?"

A chill ran down his spine, and the people around him were also taken aback, staring in astonishment at the solemn-looking high priest.

Are these ethnic minority women...so open-minded?

"He's a demon!"

Before Ye Feng could react, Tatis released his grip and shouted, pointing at Ye Feng.

The women holding weapons beside him immediately turned fierce and prepared to step forward.

Judging from his appearance, he clearly intended to kill.

Ye Feng quickly stepped back a few paces, and at this moment, Salla, Liya, and several natives including Buyi and Buta rushed forward to stop them.

"Priest, why are you treating Allah like this? He saved our lives and is here to help our people."

Salra was somewhat angered by Tatis's sudden offensive behavior, but due to her status as a priest, she could only speak up to stop him.

Not to be outdone, Liya stepped in front of Ye Feng and explained:

“High Priest, you have always taught us to respect Allah. Now that He has finally come to our people, you cannot be so disrespectful.”

Having spent a long time with Ye Feng, the two of them were convinced of his identity as Allah. Even the high priest could not possibly offend Ye Feng in any way.

"How dare you!" Tatis slammed his scepter on the ground, causing the metal-like pendant on it to rattle and jingle.