The old shaman cast an unhappy glance at Pierre: "You really have no sense of rules."
Pierre stood there with his face flushed, closing his mouth.
The authority of a shaman is not allowed to be challenged in any tribe.
"How did you get past the Black Quicksand?" the old shaman continued to ask.
This time, however, Luo Gan bowed apologetically: "Shaman, this is a method devised by our shaman. Without the shaman's permission, I cannot tell you."
The old shaman did not get angry. A shaman's wisdom is like the herbs they know—it's their own, and no one can take it unless the shaman chooses to teach it.
"Where is your shaman now?" the old shaman asked, looking amiably at Luo Gan below, with a kind and gentle expression.
But Luo Gan, who had long been trained by Ji Nuan's guise, was not fooled at all: "The shaman already knows we've been captured and will be coming to your tribe today or tomorrow. You'll know then."
