Shaman Tribe
Editor: Atlas Studios
She wanted to touch it, but Jiang Yifan held her. "Don't touch it. This is a kind of sorcery. If anyone touches the cloth, the cloth will turn into a little bird to report."
Xia Muqing nodded in understanding. No wonder no one was guarding this place. So these things were here.
The few of them moved increasingly cautiously, careful not to touch the cloth.
A tall city gate appeared in front of them. It was about five meters tall. The entire wall was made of various huge rocks. This project was indeed not something that could be easily completed.
Was the power of the shamans really that strong?
Xia Muqing led the crowd and carefully hid behind a huge tree outside the city wall. They could vaguely see the people moving around inside.
There was only one entrance outside the city wall. There were two women dressed in strange clothes guarding the entrance. They were checking the people who came and went.