"Excellent!"
Xu Mu nodded, admitting it was he who had dealt with the Black Bear Spirit.
"Thank you, my lord, for saving our lives! Thank you for your mercy! Kneel down, everyone!"
With the old man's prestige, the villagers knelt down one by one, thanking Xu Mu loudly.
With so many people kneeling, and Xu Mu having no mana to help them up, all he could do was let them continue to kowtow in thanks.
From the boy, Xu Mu learned that the old man was the village chief and also the most respected elder in the village.
Once the crowd had calmed down, Xu Mu pulled the village chief aside, and asked about the Black Bear Spirit and the Wilderness Martial Artists.
Compared to the boy, the village chief naturally knew much more.
According to him, the so-called Wilderness Martial Artists referred to cultivators who used monster beast blood to cultivate, which gave them strength far beyond that of ordinary people.
