Age Chicken tribal land.
Clan Leader's cave, bedroom.
The interior layout and decorations of this place were not much different from those used by the Human Race Cultivators in their caves.
Screens, tables and chairs, beds and couches, flowers and plants, and so on and so forth.
The only difference was that the bedding on top of the couch wasn't bedding, but some kind of material that looked extremely soft dry grass.
On the dry grass, the old Clan Leader of the Age Chicken tribe lay sprawled out, head held high.
His little eyes were intently staring at the opposite side, where Jin Xu and Yu Yaoer, who stood behind him holding a coconut, sat on a brown wooden chair.
"Little Taoist, your help in removing the curse from our land has left me deeply grateful.
"The celebratory banquet is still being prepared, and I've taken the liberty of inviting you here not just for the feast, but also to make an audacious request for the future of my Age Chicken tribe.
