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"Long live the chieftain!"
The voices were like a tide, one wave after another, converging from all directions around the Gu Yuan Tribe, with millions of tribe people simultaneously shouting, all prostrating on the ground, creating a resounding roar.
Among those who entered the Gu Yuan Tribe to attend the grand ceremony were numerous warriors and rangers, also surrounded by this tidal wave, but their hearts were filled only with awe.
This was the carnival of the Gu Yuan Tribe; although they were also attracted by this momentum, deep down, they understood that this did not belong to them.
Not far from the altar, two beautiful figures, one in green and one in blue, stood embracing each other, looking at Xiao Chen on top of the altar, weeping with joy.
The figure on the altar had already been imprinted in their hearts, becoming a part of their lives.