Some were loosely organized, without the protection of divine beasts, belonging to the human race, while others were tribes curious about the Blazing Prairie Tribe.
Zhu Rong and his group ignored these people, merely advancing the army toward Bu Taishan.
The caravan was not fast, and only after a month did they catch sight of the continuous mountains in the distance.
"Chieftain, I have brought some tribespeople from Bu Taishan and several managing Ritual Masters," a group of Blazing Prairie Tribe members clad in soft armor came to welcome the army, with the leading man reporting loudly.
This man, who possessed divine patterns and control of power, was Zhaoling, a warrior from the Blazing Prairie Tribe and a confidant of Zhu Rong.
Brave men naturally worship other brave men.
And strong individuals attract each other.
"You have worked hard," Zhu Rong nodded and looked towards those human beings who were dressed similarly to how he once was.
