It was just as Chen Xiaobei had expected.
The sky had not yet brightened, but the eight Grand shamans had already arrived one after another. Other than them, there were also hundreds of shamans from the eight great tribes.
This formation was equivalent to the entire Jiuli tribe, all the core and high-level members of the Jiuli tribe gathered.
The Sorcerer tribe was free to do as they pleased and did not pay much attention to their surroundings. They were either standing or sitting and formed a circle in front of the nine Li ancient tower.
Chen Xiaobei was surrounded in the middle. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him. They looked up, down, left, and right. Chen Xiaobei was so embarrassed.
This was the treatment that only a national treasure, a giant panda, would receive.
But in fact, from the moment the ancient tower shone for 300 million miles, Chen Xiaobei had become the treasure of the entire Jiuli division, and even the entire witch tribe.
