Zen_Rock
“The Saintess has succeeded?” The elder was overjoyed. If the Saintess succeeded in obtaining the inheritance, it meant that the Witchcraft Tribe’s survival was ensured.
“Cough, cough!” the Tribe leader coughed and struggled to climb up from the bed. “Bring me to the rear mountain. I want to see the Saintess.”
“Tribe Leader!” The elder hurriedly went up to support the tribe leader’s extremely weak body. “Your body’s condition is too poor. You are better off resting here. Me going to see the Saintess will suffice.”
“No.” The tribe leader insisted on getting up. “Having obtained her inheritance, the Saintess’ position is above mine. As her subordinate, I naturally should go see the Saintess.”
Seeing how stubborn the tribe leader was, the elder did not say anything else and merely sighed before supporting the tribe leader and leaving the room.
The tribe leader’s figure was shaky, as though he could fall over at any time. The previous high-spirited man had disappeared three years ago.
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Rear Mountain
The opening of the stone door was accompanied by a pretty figure in yellow clothes stepping out. The girl did not have the inexperience and spirit from three years ago. Her small face was cold and proud. Overwhelming power emanated from her figure, causing the members of the Witchcraft Tribe, who had come to welcome her, to kneel on the ground.
“We respectfully welcome Your Highness the Saintess!” Everyone called out simultaneously. Their voices rang in the sky and pierced the air, deafening in volume.
“Rise.” The girl’s hand swished, and the people kneeling on the ground appeared to be forcefully pulled up by a force. Instantly, shock filled their eyes.
After receiving her inheritance, the previously weak girl had broken out of her cocoon and transformed into a butterfly, immensely powerful.
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