"Outsider, is it you who picked our tribe's sacred herb?"
Wang Xiuxiu blinked, somewhat unable to understand the profound words she was speaking.
Seeing that Wang Xiuxiu didn't speak, the woman simply moved closer, rummaged through Doctor Lin's basket, and took out an ordinary-looking herb.
"This, this is the sacred herb of my clan!" he said, his tone laced with cunning.
Wang Xiuxiu pursed her lips, stopping Dr. Lin from arguing, and accepted her somewhat far-fetched accusation.
“We didn’t know it was a sacred herb. We only gathered it to save people. My team members went missing in the camp. Was it the work of the nobles? If so, we hope you can release them. We are willing to pay the price to make amends.”
After she finished speaking, Wang Xiuxiu looked at her silently.
Upon hearing this, the woman seemed surprised that Wang Xiuxiu had accepted it without even offering an explanation. Her previously smug expression froze for a moment.
Seeing this, Wang Xiuxiu kindly helped her out of the predicament.
"Where is this place? And who are you, young lady?"
The little girl raised her head, looking arrogant, "This is the heartland of the Nanxiang tribe, and I am the Holy Maiden of the Nanxiang tribe!"
In the end, Wang Xiuxiu and the rest of the caravan were still tied up and taken back by the talkative little saintess of the Nanxiang tribe.
To say it was tied up wouldn't be entirely accurate.
After all, no one had tied them up along the way, yet they had all obediently followed behind her.
It was just that there were dozens of brightly colored venomous snakes escorting it not far away.
Wang Xiuxiu is such a wimp; her legs go weak at the sight of a snake, and she wishes she could just run into Zisu's arms!
The little saintess turned around and saw her like this. After thinking for a moment, she whistled, and the poisonous snakes around her disappeared instantly.
"Now that the snake is gone, you can leave quickly!"
"This is so slow!"
The further Wang Xiuxiu walked, the more familiar the place felt.
It seems like I was here just now.
It wasn't until she saw the nameless pavilion that Wang Xiuxiu realized what it was.
"Holy Maiden, there's miasma ahead!"
Unexpectedly, the little saintess chuckled, walked closer to the miasma, and with a casual wave of her hand, the miasma dissipated.
This action left Wang Xiuxiu speechless with astonishment.
This little saintess is really something!
After following the little saintess who was leading the way, they walked for quite a while before finally arriving at their destination.
The tribe is nestled in a deep valley, surrounded by dense primeval forests, as if nature had specially created a secret realm for them.
A light mist hangs in the valley, and sunlight filters through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled shadows and creating a mysterious and tranquil atmosphere.
At the entrance to the tribe stood two enormous totem poles, carved with ferocious snake-face runes.
As you get closer, you can see the village's houses scattered in the valley in a well-organized manner.
Most of them are built with large logs, and the roofs are covered with thick thatch, showing a rustic charm.
The walls of the house were decorated with various animal hides and straw.
A string of wind chimes woven from bones and feathers hangs above the doorway. When a breeze blows, they make a crisp sound, like the whisper of nature, revealing the homeowner's exquisite taste in their simplicity.
Children chased and played on the narrow paths between the houses, their laughter clear and pure, adding vitality to this mysterious land and giving it a real sense of a paradise.
At the heart of the tribe is a huge circular plaza, its surface paved with smooth stone slabs, giving it an exceptionally solid appearance.
In the very center of the square stands a huge stone altar, carved with various mysterious patterns and ancient incantations.
If you ask Wang Xiuxiu how she knew such detailed information...
That's because they are right there in the middle of it.
The little saintess led them here, then vanished in a flash, leaving these outsiders to endure the "stares" of the witch tribe.
In their eyes, there is exploration, curiosity, and also hatred.
After an unknown amount of time, the bustling Nanxiang people spontaneously dispersed into two lines, making way for a wide road.
A woman walked slowly out from inside.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, the strands swaying gently in the breeze, making her look like an elf.
Her skin was extremely white, appearing almost transparently pale under the sunlight, as if it had been bathed in moonlight, or as if she had lived in a dark place for a long time, rarely exposed to sunlight.
She was a mysterious woman who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting.
Since her appearance, the entire square has become unusually quiet. Everyone crossed their arms and bowed their heads in unison, their movements showing great reverence.
Upon closer inspection, the proud and aloof Nanxiang tribe's holy maiden was also following behind her, as obedient as a kitten.
As she got closer, Wang Xiuxiu could see things more clearly.
The woman had a slender and aloof face, and her exquisite eyes and brows exuded an indescribable air of authority.
His thin lips were slightly pursed, carrying a hint of coldness.
Especially his eyes, deep and clear, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world.
This is what a saintess should look like!
Wang Xiuxiu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Are you a big shot?"
"yes."
“My tribesmen are unruly and have delayed your journey. I apologize to you. If you have no objections, I will personally escort you away tomorrow.”
"Thank you! I also have some other team members who went missing in the forest. I wonder if they were brought here?"
The woman turned around, as if asking a question, and the little saintess nodded.
"I'm sorry, they will be leaving with you tomorrow as well."
Wang Xiuxiu didn't know why she had to wait until tomorrow to leave, but under her pressure, she nodded.
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