"From 'Offering' to 'Mutual Hunt,' nearly three hundred years passed."
"What happened during these three centuries, which was anything but brief?"
Su Qiyun couldn't help but ponder, facing Yan Xiao, such an undying creature, what choices the Senhai Holy Clan would make."
Her expression grew grave, because she thought of a possibility,
"All along our journey through the forest of hanging skulls, we saw those wood huts, cave dwellings, all speaking to the presence of the Human Race in the past. One can imagine, long ago, many tribes lived in the Forest Sea Source Realm. One of those tribes, either through force or divine favor, occupied the Divine Shade Land, thus becoming the 'Holy Tribe'."
At this point, Jiang Wang asked, "So why did most of those tribes nearly go extinct? Was it because of Yan Xiao?"
