Chu Kuangren surprised everyone in the Mystic Divination Tribe with his words.
He called the ancient tribe a pitiful tribe that was surviving with shackles on its shoulders.
If someone else called the Mystic Divination Tribe a pitiful tribe, he would be labeled as a madman. However, the words came from the Heavenly Sword himself.
Things had just gotten interesting.
The Mystic Divination Tribe Leader gave an immediate response.
"Heavenly Sword, your eyes see through all."
He then took a deep breath and looked at Chu Kuangren. "To be honest, we invited you here because of the shackles on us."
"Oh? Interesting. Tell me what this is about," Chu Kuangren said with a grin.
"I would like to request for the Heavenly Sword to break the shackles off our shoulders. I wonder if you can do it?" the Mystic Divination Tribe Leader asked.
He then signaled his men with a glance.
