Suddenly, the Old Priest's body shuddered!
"The Blood Light has risen, the living soul returns! The White Tiger Clan is about to rise again!"
With a thud, the Old Priest knelt on the ground, bowing in the direction of the cave entrance, his voice filled with intense excitement.
"It is Aqiao, the true Aqiao! May the Beast God bless us, may the old chieftain bless us, Aqiao has safely returned! Our White Tiger Clan will soon regain its former glory."
The expression on Ye Qiao's face was now that of the last emoji in the seventh row of the WeChat chat interface, bewildered.
She didn't understand what had happened at all and was hazily supported as she participated in a primitive tribe's feast.
The tribe's females, who had previously avoided her like she was a snake, now joyfully surrounded her, staring at her as if she were a monkey.
From time to time, someone would ask, "Aqiao, have you really recovered? Do you recognize who I am?"
"Aqiao, why aren't you speaking?"
