"So you're saying, Ah Sang, that your tribe must have been brought to the island by the Immortal Race. But then the island was sealed, and you couldn't leave."
Qin Hao said this.
"That's right." Ah Sang nodded, "Moreover, our tribe was saved by the Immortal Race back then, and we vowed to serve them forever. We live here to guard this land for the Immortal Race."
Qin Hao thought for a moment, then his expression turned sly: "So, Ah Sang, your place isn't that big, right? Where are the treasures and herbs? Especially the Immortal Pill, do you know where it is?"
Ah Sang thought carefully, shook her head, and said: "We don't know about those things either. The elders considered this place to be the territory of the Immortal Race and ordered the tribe not to plunder any treasures. So we haven't actively looked for these things."
"What!" Qin Hao felt a bit of pain.
Are all the elders of this Immortal Spirit Tribe fools?
