These sixty spies were always like chess pieces for the foreign tribe's intelligence network. They were controlled by Zhan Yue and Duan Shui. In their eyes, these two were gods.
Now, they saw the gods they respected act humbly to Queen Mother, while Queen Mother acted respectfully to Sir Ni Long.
When Sir Ni Long swept across everyone's faces with a strange look, they felt guilty.
Such a fierce look that could pierce the conscience!
Ni Long revealed a smile. "Everyone, among all of you, perhaps some had come tens and thousands of years ago, and perhaps you are the offspring of your previous generation. This is not important. I will only ask you, do you know where your roots are?"
"Weathering Land!"
