This Is My Primitive Tribe

Huo Meng said, "I didn’t expect to actually find the Vine Tribe."

"By the way, where are your giant frogs?"

Jiang Xuan looked behind Huo Meng but didn’t see the iconic giant frogs of the Frog Tribe.

Huo Meng answered, "The giant frogs are still hibernating; they’ll wake up when it gets a bit warmer."

"I see... come, come, Chief Huo Meng, let’s go to where I live, eat and drink our fill first before talking."

Jiang Xuan pulled Huo Meng along without allowing any argument, and the warriors from the Frog Tribe quickly followed.

In the bamboo grove courtyard, Huo Meng looked up at the towering Vine God Mountain, feeling his heart and soul tremble.

This is the Guardian God of the Vine Tribe!

Huo Meng sighed internally; just a glance gave an overwhelming sense of pressure.

If only the Guardian God of the Frog Tribe were still around...