The tribe's name?
All the little demons were momentarily dazed.
Ye Wu patiently said, "There must always be a name."
A little demon bravely said, "Your Highness, you should name it. Without you, there wouldn't be a new tribe."
If earlier, they were merely grateful to Ye Wu,
now this gratitude was inevitably tinged with reverence.
Ye Wu raised an eyebrow, her gaze slowly sweeping across each face filled with the joy of survival and hope for the future.
She looked at those simple arrangements, and clusters of fresh flowers, and laughed.
Ye Wu picked up the token, a gentle trace of demonic power gathering at her fingertips.
The demonic power gathered, and a soft emerald green glow appeared on the token's surface.
On the token's surface, two words slowly emerged: "New Sprout."
The glow gradually faded, and these two words were clearly imprinted on the token.
The other demons curiously looked over but dared not approach to look closely.
