"I never thought it would be that severe," Jiuli's complexion turned slightly green.
He remembered when he had first encountered that exiled Earth Tribe, how the old Earth Person had cried and begged him to become the guardian of the tribe.
But what about the original guardian of that tribe? The tribe had already been exiled, the fate of the original guardian was naturally obvious, yet he had not even considered it at the time.
"Actually, you shouldn't need others to remind you; you should be able to realize that regardless of the power, once it falls, those with the highest authority usually cannot escape."
Muria stroked his chin, "If you don't want the worst outcome to occur, then you should do everything you can to strengthen your own powers, as well as those of the tribe under your protection."
"I can..."
"No, you can't, bound by the Power of Faith, you have already made a contract with them, you can't escape it, your only choice now is to lead your tribe to rise."