Zhu Minglang carefully treated Little Jiuwei's wounds.
Fortunately, Little Jiuwei was very clever and took a relatively roundabout approach, neither allowing the Giant Spirit Dragon to harm the Fang Tribe nor suffering too much damage itself.
"What's wrong with them?" Zhu Minglang stared at the Fang Tribe members, who seemed to have lost their souls, and was filled with deep doubt.
"When citizens witness a divine phenomenon, they often prostrate in worship. This Black God's Trace is even more domineering, causing the citizens to fall into a state of mad reverence—neither eating nor drinking, neither sleeping nor resting—until their bodily functions are completely depleted. They probably believe that this depletion equates to transcendence, a sacred and noble return and reward," said the Li Prefecture Goddess.
"Black God's Trace?" Zhu Minglang had never heard of such a concept before.
