Lin Mu gazed at the villagers that had appeared and found them to be a bit different.

The villagers hurriedly crossed their hands and bowed. Seeing this strange method of paying respects Lin Mu was startled.

Jing Luo who saw it also got alerted, his eyes went wide while the veins on his arms bulged.

'This method of greeting… isn't this…'

"Lord Cultivators, may we have the grace of knowing which tribe are you from?" the villager questioned.

"They are…" Jing Luo muttered as faint spirit Qi waves came from his body.

But just as he was about to act, he heard a voice.

"Hang on… let's not act so fast." Lin Mu spoke lightly.

Jing Luo stopped and lowered his hand that was half way raised. The villagers couldn't see it with their heads bowed, or they would have been alerted as well.

Lin Mu looked at the villagers who were obediently bowing and thought to himself before speaking, "we cannot tell you that."

The villagers trembled slightly before replying, "pardon us for the disrespect. It's just that… we wanted to ask where we are."

'Huh?' Both Lin Mu and Jing Luo were confused upon hearing this but didn't show it on their faces.

"Hmm… before I answer that, I'd like to ask what you all are doing here? I don't recall there being a village here." Lin Mu said, pretending to be familiar.

startled, and slight hesitation could be seen

it would be better if you talk to our village head first. We do

take us to him." Lin Mu replied, not minding

Little Shrubby stayed behind. He was simply too… eye catching and Lin Mu didn't want there

other villagers were surprised to see Lin Mu and Jing Luo here. But they didn't dare to talk or gossip in their presence.

at them as he confirmed his

are from

along a small cliff that rose at the

and some wood. It

head, lord cultivators are here!" The villagers called

~thud~

movement came from inside

~Creak~

face looked out. Lin Mu observed it too and saw that it was a middle aged man. He too had dark tanned skin, but in addition to that, he also had what looked like a small tattoo

rest laid free. There were three beads in the braid as well that looked to be made

of dressing up, Lin Mu understood who this

ranked Northern Tribe warrior.' Lin

had many customs and rituals, one of which was

in their hair, and the number and quality of the beads decided what their designation would be. The man in front of them who was said to be the village head was barely at the lowest rank of an official Northern Tribe

Mu

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