Nine-tail tribe
Xiao Changtian was strolling around the Nine-Tailed Fox tribe, and Su Daji and Elder Nine were standing beside him.
Accompanied by them, Xiao Changtian had almost toured the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.
Xiao Changtian sat down at the stone table and sighed.
His disciple's village couldn't be said to be poor. It was simply a destitute household.
The house was made of straw, and the tables and chairs were made of stone.
The standard of living was simply stuck in the primitive era.
While Xiao Changtian was sighing, Su Daji also picked up the water bottle on the table.
He poured a cup of water into it and slowly handed it to Xiao Changtian.
"Master."
Xiao Changtian looked over and took a sip from the cup.
He was also thinking about how he could help Daji's village build.
After that, Xiao Changtian waved his hand at Di Tian who was standing at the side.
"Di Tian, take my bamboo basket."
