"Who?"
Su Ran was startled by the sudden words. Turning his head, he saw roughly thirty tribal people staring at him with alert eyes.
Leading them was an elderly man with white hair, wearing a solemn expression. The words just now must have come from his mouth.
"Grandfather, he is not a bad person. He too was forced by wicked people and fell into this Sealed Land."
Two children waved excitedly at the elder, shouting, "He's the chosen one we've been waiting for, here to save our tribe!"
Sealed Land?
Upon hearing the child's words, Su Ran hesitated. The ironsmith had told him this was a forbidden land, so why was it now called the Sealed Land?
Truly strange!
"Chosen one? You're a foreign warrior?"
The white-haired elder was moved, and he quickly walked up to Su Ran, examining him with doubtful eyes, "The legend says there are five chosen ones. Where are the others?"
"Oh, don't mention it,"
