His fingers grazed the mural, its creation dating back to an unknown era. Wu Wang attempted to understand the story depicted in the fragmentary painting. When he did, he could only shake his head slightly.
It was merely a record of a prayer by the Celestial Fox Tribe.
What later generations considered legends might have simply been the mundane daily lives of their predecessors—a sentiment he found quite wondrous.
The negotiation was over. Wu Wang had not laid all his cards on the table and was now waiting for the final decision of the Celestial Fox Elders.
At this moment, he was strolling casually within the territory of the Celestial Fox Tribe, accompanied by a few generals of the tribe. Of course, there was also Lu'er, who had donned a light-red gown that accentuated her sensuality even more.
