Madam Ji!

As the old Shaman spoke, he retreated without stop until he reached his six tribesmen who had come with him for this. Then he kicked them, and once those unconscious tribe members of his were kicked awake, he quickly wrapped his fist in his palm as a salute to the mountain and hastily brought them away.

His six tribesmen were all pale, and they were all filled with respect towards the mountain range where Su Ming was, while feeling that it was a mysterious place as well. As they charged back with the old man, their hearts were full of lingering fear.

Only when they were almost back to their tribe did one of the men speak after hesitating for a moment.

"Patriarch, what do we do? Should we ask the statue of our great grand Patriarch to attack?"