Chapter 972 The Primitive Tribe (2/2)

”An immortal? Are you sure?”

”Yes!” Darren nodded.

”Fuck off! Now, that is bullshit. Your small world was created by a holy emperor. How could it possibly trap an immortal?” The old man began to doubt Darren because he believed that such things could never happen.

”Why would I lie to you? I do not know why she was sealed inside, but she did exist and even assimilated wi

be.

When he got inside the lavishly appointed house, an extravagant feast awaited him. The long table was filled with huge platters of the best meat stuffed with savory fruit and nuts. Countless breads, vegetables, sweets, and waterfalls of wine were also served.

”You know what? I think this guy is a liar. How could he be the ancestor's friend? Humph!”

a young man shouted out loud before the end of the meal.

”Aven, don't be rude,” Yusuf Hong scolded him lightly, but there was not much reproach in his words.

Darren then realized that the people were polite to him only on the surface, including the patriarch.

”Patriarch Yusuf, did I say anything wrong? This guy can't even beat a five-year-old kid. How do we know that he's really a friend of the ancestor? I don't buy it!”

”You are going too far, Aven! How dare you offend the ancestor's friend?” The patriarch continued to reprimand Aven insincerely. Then, he said, ”The ancestor is a wise man. He must have his reasons for choosing Mr. Chu as his friend. In my opinion, Mr. Chu is so modest that he must have been hiding his real strength all this time. If you continue to behave like this, I will have to imprison you, Aven!”

”Humph! If an ant like him can survive a second under my Primitive Fighting Force, I'm willing to accept the punishment!” The young man suddenly stood up boastfully.

'The Primitive Fighting Force!'

Darren did not get offended. Instead, he felt happy that they knew Primitive Fighting Force.