"Sure."
Ah Sang, after a brief moment of shyness, became very cheerful.
She sat down next to Qin Hao, and because they were sitting so close, Qin Hao's outer thigh kept unintentionally brushing against Ah Sang's thigh.
The tantalizing touch, full of elasticity, made Qin Hao's mind flutter.
A gentleman loves beauty, it's a natural feeling.
But before officially starting to "flirt," Qin Hao decided to find out more.
After all, his mind was filled with too many questions.
"Ah Sang, are you from the same tribe as the group of natives who were chasing me earlier?"
Facing Qin Hao's query, Ah Sang responded crisply, "Yes. We are all from the Immortal Spirit Tribe."
"Immortal Spirit Tribe." Qin Hao nodded slowly and didn't dwell on it, instead asking, "How many tribes are there on the island in total?"
Ah Sang replied, "Decades ago, there were three tribes, but the other two tribes were wiped out by the Immortal Spirit Tribe."
