'I thought Origin Spirits were pure beings without any negative traits in them. I guess I am wrong.'
Until now, Ethan had encountered three of them—excluding the tiny wolf spirit before him.
The tiny deer of the Ancient Heartwood Tree, the tiny snake of the Ancient Corpseheart Tree, and the calf of the Stonehorn Bull Tribe's Origin Spirit.
Without exception, all of them had been kind, gentle, and generous.
As long as Ethan helped them, they never hesitated to acknowledge him as their master.
Since Origin Spirits were pure existences born from the will of mountains and lands of the Void Secret Realms, Ethan believed they did not scheme, they did not hold grudges, and they did not forget those who helped them.
Gratitude was something deeply engraved into their very essence.
It was precisely because of this belief that Ethan had not bothered to waste time talking with the Quasi–Soul Transformation Realm cultivators of the other two tribes.
