27 thunder feathers were floating in front of the chief elder of the Thunder Ray tribe.
Wang Xian could feel the restless movement of the uninitiated holy wings in his body.
He looked at the 27 thunder feathers and frowned slightly.
The thunder feathers were within his reach. However, the chief elder of the Thunder Ray tribe offered a condition.
He had to join the Thunder Ray tribe Sincerely.
As the leader of the Dragon Palace, how could he join the Thunder Ray Tribe?
However, the other party didn’t show any disgust. If he directly took it, he would feel sorry.
“I know your hesitation, and I know that you are a disciple of the ancestral dragon tribe. Once the ancestral dragon tribe needs you, you will leave. It doesn’t matter. If one day you decide to quit the Thunder Ray tribe, you can quit right away. As long as you remember the kindness of the Thunder Ray tribe, it will be enough
“Join Our Thunder Ray tribe and we will not mistreat you!”
