People lived in tents made of animal hides and grass, without the convenient tools they had in the Empire. The most common items were bowls made of mud.
Is this what it means to be backward in civilization?
Fortunately, Quan Ji was used to hardship and could get used to the place.
When the people in the tribe saw Xing, they all greeted him respectfully. They were also very surprised to see that Xing had brought a woman back with him.
Xing treats his people very well, and his eyes are always filled with smiles and gentleness.
Suddenly, a dwarf-like old man with his eyes closed walked over, clutching a scepter. He seemed to be highly respected in the tribe, and everyone made way for him.
He was dressed in the most ancient wizarding attire, holding a wooden scepter in his hand, and emanating a weak energy.
"Xing, you brought outsiders with you?"
The tone sounded as if it were a reproach.
Xing immediately bowed respectfully to the person in front of him: "My lord wizard, this is a friend."
The wizard slowly opened his eyes and looked at Quan Ji: "This friend seems to be very powerful. Could this be the destined person you mentioned?"
Xing nodded: "Yes, Wizard."
The wizard said no more: "Then... fulfill your responsibilities and prolong the life of this tribal lord."
Xing paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, Wizard."
Quan Ji stood aside, completely bewildered, but she could tell that this wizard held a very high position, even higher than Lord Xing.
This was something she hadn't observed before.
Before she could think any further, Xing grabbed her hand and led her to the largest tent in the entire tribe.
There was no light source inside the tent; it was so dark that you could only vaguely see each other's facial features.
Quan Ji asked in confusion, "Why did you bring me here? What's the deal with that wizard? And what about the destined person and the continuation of life? What are all these things?"
"Shhh."
Xing hurriedly reminded Quan Ji not to speak.
He said, "The wizard is a messenger of the gods, conveying divine pronouncements."
Quan Ji responded with an "Oh," her face remaining completely calm.
"And then what? What about the destined person and the continuation of life?"
At that moment, Xing fell silent, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet.
But he still held Quan Ji's hand, and Quan Ji could feel his temperature rising rapidly, like a scorching hot rock.
Xing stammered, "It's...it's about you and me having a child."
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