"My uncle needs to take care of my aunt who is healing from her injuries and my cousin; he really can't leave them," Qian Qian said with a moved smile. Her face radiated strength.
Liuzhenhan exchanged a wry smile with Moer. The reproductive capabilities of this small family were indeed astonishing, and out of just over four hundred people, four shaman had been born—a probability that was definitely at the extreme.
"Only the favoritism of the War God could lead to such a legacy," Liuzhenhan said with no small amount of envy.
