Yan Zhu's gaze was indifferent, "You and I are Shamans, our character is determined by the 'Divine Will' we serve, this is fate."
After saying that, Yan Zhu no longer paid attention to Qing Zhu and turned away.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to Qing Zhu:
"Don't forget, we're both trapped by famine in this Barbarian Wilderness. It's the right thing to resolve the calamity of the Wujiu Tribe quickly and find a way back to the Royal Court; otherwise, there's no point in fighting endlessly."
"We are Shamans serving the Royal Court, even in death, we must die in the Royal Court."
Yan Zhu said coldly, then left, leaving Qing Zhu standing alone in place.
Qing Zhu stood still for a long time, then sighed softly, "Yes, even in death... you must die in the Royal Court..."
"However, this time it's truly different..."
Qing Zhu's hand touched his abdomen, murmuring complexly, "This is my last chance in this life..."
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