Sunshine filtered through the crevices of the tree leaves, casting specks of gold across the grassland and rendering the earth a tapestry of dapples.
Sean Knight stretched languidly, rinsed himself with water, and delightedly sipped a bowl of millet pumpkin porridge and nibbled on fragrant bean curd rolls with a side of vegetables.
After he was full, he packed up the tent and iron wire mesh. Sean didn't leave, though; instead, he cleared a large area and, with a "whoosh," set down the Sacred Tree Stump.
He just couldn't figure out why, of the three Sacred Tree Stumps he had encountered, this was the only one that could shield the fluctuations of Life Energy.
Now that the old priest of that tribe was gone, perhaps no one else could sense this Sacred Tree Stump anymore, could they?
Of course, even if someone could sense it, Sean wasn't afraid. After all, he hadn't lost to the previous tribe, so naturally, he was even less afraid of the remaining few.
