"Your master?" An Yao's eyes lit up with admiration and anticipation. She joyfully asked, "Is it the High Priest of the Feather Tribe, the Beast God?"
"Yes," the young man smiled and nodded. "My master is highly respected not only among the Feather Tribe but throughout the entire Beastman Continent."
"In the entire Beastman Continent, whether it's the Feather Tribe, the Land Beast Tribes, or the Sea Tribes, they all greatly revere my master's power. In the spiritual realm of the Beastmen, he is a more influential figure than even the Beast Kings."
He, too, aspired to reach such heights someday.
"If you wish to learn shamanistic magic, my master can teach you many things. He has lived for hundreds of years and possesses many ancient and lost texts and secrets that he can pass on to you."
"Can't you teach me?" An Yao looked at him. "I'd prefer to learn from you."