The Clan Leader trembled slightly, as if pondering how to speak.
He knelt on the ground, fingers gripping tightly to the earth, as if searching for a reason to sustain his speech.
After a moment, he finally lifted his head and said softly:
"We are exiles who fled to this place..."
You Su raised an eyebrow, thinking it was just as he thought.
As the elderly man spoke, the surrounding tribespeople lowered their heads even more.
"To escape to this deserted place, it seems there must be unforgivable sins on their shoulders." You Su scooped a bowl of venison soup, sniffing deeply at the tip of his nose. It had been a long time since he had smelled this kind of scalding aroma of meat, making him feel as if he was finally returning to human society.
And his indifferent tone only made the sins he spoke of sting deeper into the old man's heart.
The old man looked up at the young man, eyes filled with deep regret:
"We are indeed heavily burdened by sin."
