Early next morning, the sky had just begun to lighten.
At the solemn consecration ceremony, Jiang Hui directly took out the items he obtained from the diamond-level dragon egg.
Two hundred big pots, one mystery Mortality Volume, two hundred premium saddle kits.
Although there were not many types of items, the quantity was indeed substantial, piled up to form a miniature mountain.
"Long live the Willow God!"
"Long live the Willow God!"
Everyone was exclaiming in awe, filled with extreme devotion, like the most loyal guards, all gratefully receiving the generous gifts and love from Lord Willow God.
They also understood that the spirit of some other tribes only helped during the crisis of clan extermination, unlike their Willow God, who would occasionally reward them generously.
Even though Lord Willow God was still aloof, seldom spoke, and always stood alone on the mountain range, it did not hamper the sincere adoration everyone felt for him.