What took Heine by surprise was that it wasn't just Gao Wen, who had rested the night, that came to seek him out the next day, but the old Dwarf Tuba came along too, his face flushed with excitement.
Ever since the Inner World had manifested, the Totemist had become a veritable internet addict, immersing himself in it day and night.
In his words, he was "listening to the Voice of the Earth."
At first, Heine thought it was merely the Yuanling's intensified care that allowed these less-affinity casters to catch the Yin and Yang of elemental spirits.
But later, he realized that this was not the case at all.
The earth of the Makala mountain region had been "awakened."
This was akin to Linumu's perception of the "vitality" in plants.
It belonged to racial talent.
As a human, he simply could not learn it.
Once both were seated, Heine cut straight to the chase, bringing up the topic he had wanted to ask about since yesterday.
He took out the bottle containing the leather scraps.
