Common Sense

"What happened?" Su Ming asked calmly.

Dijiu Mo Sha remained silent for several breaths, then when he looked at Su Ming, his expression was filled with a hint of gratitude.

"The tribe is in danger. It should have been an invasion by the Hearers. After the patriarch shifted the tribe to this place from the inner parts of Divine Essence Star Ocean, we had to keep migrating over the past thousand years. We kept hiding from everyone. The four races might not chase after us anymore, but the minor races affiliated to them kept whittling down the number of people in our tribe ceaselessly," Dijiu Mo Sha said through gritted teeth.

"From a tribe of nearly one hundred thousand people, we were reduced to less than one thousand people…"

"Take me to your tribe," Su Ming said calmly.