"Where are the people of the Fire Stone Tribe?" Ye Zhen looked at the empty Fire Stone Tribe with a face full of surprise.
Embarrassment flashed across Wuy Youu's face. "Divine Envoy Ye, it's like this: you're rushing to provide disaster relief, aren't you? We feared the Sha Clan people might affect your speed, might disturb you, so we evacuated them early to let you focus on disaster relief."
"Afraid I might be disturbed, so I can focus on disaster relief?"
"Haha, Priest Wuy is truly skilled with words." Ye Zhen's lips carried a faint sense of sarcasm.
It's not about fearing Ye Zhen would be disturbed; it's about fearing that Ye Zhen's miraculous means would be seen by this tribe's Sha Clan people. At such times of great disaster, Ye Zhen showing miracles would certainly turn the majority of this tribe into fanatics.
