The figure in the sky slowly descended.
Everyone was shocked. Half a year had passed, so they did not expect Master Ou to still be on this continent.
"Greetings, Master Ou." Du Jian hurriedly walked over and cupped his hands.
"Master Ou." The other elders of the Ancient Shaman Tribe also quickly walked over and bowed.
Ou Yangming was the savior of the Ancient Shaman Tribe. If the other party had not brought them out of the heart of origins, their tribe would have been destroyed by the Golden Crows and the Qiongqis. They would have vanished into the dust of the universe.
"There's no need to be so polite." Ou Yangming gently raised his hand, and the elders could not help but stand up.
They were secretly surprised. Master Ou's strength was indeed beyond their imagination.
Ou Yangming saw that the Ancient Shaman Tribe had taken root here and gradually stabilized, so he was relieved.
