Low murmurs crept into Tang Yin's ears from the villagers at the door of his hut.
"Is that him?" "I heard he has finally woken up." Whispers of this kind were passed along by the onlooking villagers.
The tribe chief frowned, he turned around and shouted, "Quiet, if you cannot remain silent, go back to your houses." Upon hearing this, all of the villagers became silent despite their curiosity.
Tang Yin felt weak, he could only muster up the strength to use less than a sliver of his Abyss Qi. Any cultivator could kill him in his current state. From his observations, the people at the step of his door were all mortals, this allowed him to let out a sigh of relief.
"Who are you people?" Tang Yin spoke for the first time. Only the left side of his body was obliterated, he still had to ability to speak.
Surprised delight appeared on the tribe chief's face, he walked to beside Tang Yin's bed and replied, "We are people of the Peaceful Sand tribe."
