Julie Mountain.
Inside the cave.
Lillian Tompson sat on a stone chair wrapped in tiger skin, squinting her eyes, looking at the shaman kneeling in front of her.
Davion.
This High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe, was tightly bound, with disheveled hair and clothes in disarray.
He knelt straight inside the cave!
There were torches inside the cave.
The firelight reflected on everyone's face.
"Davion, you actually betrayed the tribe!"
"Traitor! A faithless creature!"
"Kill him! Our millennium plan must not be ruined by such a person!"
The Ghost Martial Tribe elders on both sides were filled with righteous indignation.
They all spoke out to scold Davion.
Some, in their anger, even used their canes to harshly hit Davion's back.
"Pah! Dog!"
Unable to contain his anger, one elder walked up to Davion and spat.
High Priest!
This was a very high position in the Ghost Martial Tribe!
On par with the Holy Maiden!
And second only to the tribe leader.
