In the hidden basement, Fengchang gathered all the people of the tribe.
Xiber stood silently in a damp corner, ignored by all.
"The Mother Goddess demands we hand over the white stone." Fengchang looked around and spoke.
"We cannot hand it over." An elder immediately stepped up to oppose: "The white stone is the precious treasure left by the Seven-Colored Holy God for our tribe, it is also something our tribe has always protected. We cannot hand it over!"
...The Seven-Colored Holy God? Who? Xiber's eyes shifted.
"Why has the Mother Goddess set her sights on our tribe's treasure? Although it is an ancestral legacy, in our eyes, it is just an ordinary stone, of no use," Kael Nashe questioned.
"I'm afraid... it's the Red Tower Empire eyeing us," Candoya's words silenced the crowd: "We recently won the war, the Empress fears our tribe's strong power and wants to find a reason to burn bridges, as long as we refuse to hand over the white stone, we have grounds to be executed..."
