"They must be a tribe." Qian Tian spoke as he thoughtfully looked at the braided hair of the demonic cultivator with colorful beads at the ends.
"A tribe?" Lei Qing asked as she pulled the mask of the demonic cultivator.
They saw some tattoos on the demonic cultivator's chest, neck, and cheeks. The tattoos looked eccentric, especially the symbols drawn aside from the strange characters which they couldn't understand. But, given that they haven't met any tribes on the continent, naturally, they wouldn't know anything about interpreting tattoos.
Jing Hei pondered. "Uncle said that there were tribes in the past." He said. "These tribes are what occupy the continent. But, over time, they disappeared for some reason." He explained and looked at the corpse of the demonic cultivator.
"But, they are here now…" Qian Lin said.
"Did they become demonic cultivators and hide?" You Rou asked.
