Chapter 494 (1/2)

New Era

Yang Sui was happy to see Shao Xuan again. Without Shao Xuan, the Rain Tribe’s shaman would not be where he was today, he would’ve been burned to death long ago.

Although he didn’t know what Shao Xuan had gone through for the past two years, it was already the best outcome for him to walk out of the desert alive.

Yang Sui’s childhood best friend, Mixu, was happier than Yang Sui. While she was indifferent to the Flaming Horns, she was happy to see Mud. When she last sent Mud off, she was prepared to not see it again. She didn’t know they’d meet again, plus Mud even brought back more camels!

Now that these camels were out of the desert, they were likely going to stay at Rain Tribe’s village now. They did not seem to want to leave either, obediently following Mixu as she pulled them away. Now, Sapphire was underground and they did not have any more protection. It was safer here than in the desert.

Yang Sui still got his people to prepare food and water although he didn’t understand why the number of Flaming Horns increased by four times.

“Thank you for these.” Shao Xuan passed the rain stones Ao borrowed back to him. As for the stone Yang Sui personally gave him, Yang Sui did not ask for it.

“Hahaha, you’re welcome. It’s great you came out alive. I heard the desert has been chaotic these two years.” Yang Sui passed the stones to his people.

When the Rain Tribe saw how every rain stone was returned, they finally relaxed and became much less hostile to the Flaming Horns. They lived in an arid region, rain stones were important to them.

There were too many people in Flaming Horn so there weren’t enough houses. Only the weaker patients were allowed to live indoors while everyone else sat on the floor outdoors.

“There won’t be any sandstorms these few days, you can rest here,” said Yang Sui.

Shao Xuan trusted Yang Sui’s weather predictions. If he said there weren’t going to be any storms, then there won’t be. He was the shaman after all.

Since they were starving, even hard biscuits were delicious. As they chewed on the dry, hard biscuits and sipped carefully on water, they felt alive once again.

“These people, they’re also part of Flaming Horn?” Yang Sui looked at all the people squeezed together and asked Shao Xuan. In the beginning, he thought they had brought a batch of slaves out of the desert but it didn’t look like it. They communicated too well with each other, as if they were part of the same group. Plus the new people had the aura of the fire seed. As the shaman, Yang Sui was very sensitive to these matters.

“Yes, they’re all part of Flaming Horn.” Shao Xuan sighed. “Right, so much happened in the desert and you all live so close, did they cause you any trouble?”

“Now, as long as slaves exit the desert, our tribe treats everyone as the enemy. It’s fine if they stay far away but if they come closer, our patrol team will kill them.” Yang Sui sighted. “I know living so near those slave masters is dangerous too. Actually, I’ve been thinking how nice it’d be if we could move our tribe further to a place with more fertile soil.” Some things couldn’t be solved with praying for rain. Those people in the desert were too dangerous, who knew what would happen?

As the Rain tribe’s shaman, Yang Sui carried a very heavy weight on his shoulders. He truly wanted his tribe to live in a better location but moving brought high risks. If it were safe, they would’ve moved a long time ago. No one was willing to take this risk. What if their fire seed extinguished midway? The Rain tribe wasn’t as strong in battle as Flaming Horn.

As if thinking of something, Shao Xuan’s expression changed and he gave Yang Sui a look. “Let’s talk about it?”

Knowing Shao Xuan wanted to say something secret, Yang Sui nodded and brought him into the Shaman’s house. No one was allowed to enter. Even the chief could not enter without his permission.

Yang Sui’s current situation was so different from before he became the shaman, thought Shao Xuan as he looked at the decorations in the house.

“You’re living a good life as the shaman.” Shao Xuan sat on a stone stool.

“It’s not too bad.” Yang Sui grinned. “Right, what did you want to say? Something important?”

“It’s important. I remember, two years ago, you said that your tribe’s fire seed had a problem.”

Shao Xuan knew about the secrets of the fire seed from Yang Sui too.

“Yes.” The Rain tribe’s shaman could pray for rain- the key element for this success wasn’t the shaman, but the fire seed. Due to the fire seed’s condition, no matter how they prayed, they couldn’t get any rain. Yang Sui told Shao Xuan it felt like the fire seed was asleep, yet the shaman could not wake it no matter what he did. Every year, it woke once during a large prayer ritual but never outside of it. Some years, it didn’t wake at all. This problem worsened over centuries.