Walker Of The Worlds

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 on

would be better if you talk to our village head first. We do not have the authority

Mu replied, not minding this since more information

and Jing Luo to the village, while Little Shrubby stayed behind. He was simply too… eye catching and Lin Mu

to see Lin Mu and Jing Luo here. But they didn't dare to talk or gossip in their presence. They simply bowed their heads while doing the same gesture as

lightly gazed at them as he confirmed

are from the Northern

brought them to the very back of the village. This was located along a small cliff that rose at the very side of the ocean shore. Here the second

a shack built with straw, stone and some

head, lord cultivators are here!"

~thud~

came from inside as frantic

~Creak~

quickly as a nervous looking face looked out. Lin Mu observed it too and saw that it was a middle aged

the rest laid free. There were

way of dressing up, Lin Mu

Northern Tribe warrior.' Lin Mu

customs and rituals, one of which was the way someone's rank was

designation would be. The man in front of them who was said to be the village head was barely at the lowest

of the body tempering realm. Lin Mu found that this