Chapter 59: Snow Tiger Tribe's Crisis

Clan chief shook his head: "No, but her A Mu is a shaman disciple; after knowing she knows herbs, I once sent the clansmen to the small tribe for a trip."

The small tribe's chief said that the females' fathers and A Mu all came from outside the forest; only knowing that her A Mu is a shaman disciple, the rest is not very clear.

"Shaman disciple!" the shaman sighed, a hint of sorrow appearing between his brows.

His voice somewhat low: "Is our tribe really going to die out in this generation?"

The Snow Tiger Tribe has so far had no pure human with witchpower fluctuations; that is to say, the vast Snow Tiger Tribe actually lacks even a shaman disciple, which is a very frightening thing.

"Shaman, your lifespan is still long; we still need your guidance." The clan chief squatted down, looking firmly at the shaman.

The shaman stood up, walked to a stone wall carved with an abstract white giant tiger pattern: "Awakened witchpower shaman disciples and powerful beastman warriors are the future of a tribe."

He turned his head, gaze solemn: "You should know that the Mad Lion Tribe, Flying Eagle Tribe, and Black Wolf Tribe already have shaman disciples; as long as they successfully awaken witchpower upon reaching adulthood, new shamans will be born, and the tribe's heritage can continue."

The four major tribes of the Polar Forest have always been very peaceful, precisely because the strengths of our four tribes are not greatly different.

If any tribe were to have a second shaman born, then this peace would probably be gone.

The clan chief fell silent; how could he not know such a thing? But pure humans with witchpower fluctuations are truly too rare.

"At the next totem sacrifice, all underage pure humans will undergo testing." The shaman said firmly.

The clan chief gasped in shock: "Your witchpower."

There are so many underage pure humans in the tribe; can the shaman's body endure such a lengthy witchpower sacrifice?

The shaman looked at the white giant tiger on the wall and murmured: "The Snow Tiger Tribe's heritage must not disappear here."

These tribes' secrets, Wu Yue naturally does not know.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already faintly light; the sound of tribesmen walking back and forth on the ground came up, forming a natural alarm clock.

After putting on her grass-woven clothes and tugging at her messy hair, Wu Yue thought to herself: "This hair really needs to be tidied up; it's really in the way."

She had tried tying it up with grass rope, but it always came loose again soon, so she simply left it hanging loose.

"Yue, are you up?" Not long after she had tidied up, Qingcao's voice sounded from outside.

Wu Yue responded: "I'm up, just wait a moment."

"Older sister, why doesn't Yue like to go bare-bottomed? Wouldn't wearing a layer of dry grass be hot?"

"Yue's body is weaker than ours; maybe she's afraid of the cold."

Wu Yue: "."

"Talking about going bare-bottomed like this, can you keep your voices down a bit?"

Running around bare-bottomed all over the place, occasionally exposing themselves while gathering— as a modern soul, I really can't accept this.

Wiping her face, this shameless society— really too miserable.

The three of them all the way to the clearing, where Wu Yue then said goodbye to the two.

She immediately noticed the imposing Flower Tree Grandma, with many females standing around her, everyone occasionally chatting and laughing softly.

As if seeing Wu Yue, Flower Tree Grandma waved at her: "Yue, over here."

Her voice was loud, and all the tribespeople on the clearing heard it.

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