A group of elderly with white hair came. The foremost elder looked anxious and excited at the same time.

Heero greeted the elderly with a slight bow to show his regard. But the elder with long white hair reached Heero and said, "No, don't! We don't deserve your bow!"

"What are you talking about, Elder? You certainly deserve my bow and I am just doing my Master's teaching, respecting the elder, " Heero smiled.

"Huhu as expected of Saint's disciple, " The Elder smiled as he praised Heero, "This old man name's Dazekh, the chief of Purple Mountain Tribe, and please don't joke around, Young Master. I certainly don't deserve your bow, "

The old man with long white hair bowed, "Dazekh greeting Saint's disciple, "

Along with Old Man Dazekh, the other old men also bowed their heads toward Heero.

He was helpless and confused. Helpless the reverence they had toward him as he was not used to being treated like this. He was confused about why Dazekh said he did not deserve his bow.

"Young Master, are they your companions?" Old Man Dazekh as he tilted his head to the back.

"Yes, they are my family and my friends, "

"Lyera, escort them to our tribe, I want to talk with the Young Master first!" Old Man Dazekh ordered the woman in purple-clad.

"Also prepare a feast for the Young Master and his family!"

"But Chief" Lyera wanted to say something but swallowed her words back under Dazekh and the other old men's glare.

Heero motioned to the others to follow the woman with purple-clad. Leaving only him and Old Man Dazekh behind.

"Do you mind accompanying this old man a walk, Young Master?"

Heero responded with a nod and smile, indicating he was okay with a walk.

Then, Heero and Old Man Dazekh headed toward the Purple Mountain at a leisurely pace. Old Man Dazekh stayed silent and only spoke after they entered the Purple Mountain.

"Isn't this place beautiful, Young Master?"

Heero scanned the surroundings, he was reminiscing the past. When his Master brought him to this Purple Mountain for the first time.

The memories were still vivid in his mind. At that time, he was so excited and kept praising how beautiful the Purple Mountain was.

"Mnnn It's still beautiful, even time can't take away the natural beauty of the Purple Mountain. Not much has changed, "

"Hoho So, has the Young Master visited this place in the past?" Dazekh did not seem surprised by this. It was as if he knew about it.

Heero nodded, "Yes, at that time, My Master came here to attend a ceremony for the newly chosen chief, Chief Sikran, "

"So, you are truly Saint's disciple. This old man is relieved, but also sorry to doubt the Young Master's identity!"

"Old Man Dazekh apologizes and deserves to be punished for doubting Young Master, " Old Man Dazekh bowed his head.

"It's okay, I know you are just being cautious, " Heero did not mind, but he was curious about one thing, "How did you know I am the genuine one?"

Old Man Dazekh raised his head and smiled, "Thank you for forgiving this Old Man, Young Master, "

"As for how I know you are the genuine one, it is because the previous chief left a record every time Saint visited our tribe. Each time Saint visited our tribe, the Chief would record everything. Just now, you mention the specific time of your visit and I had read the record left by Ancestor Sikran. You come with your master to congratulate Ancestor Sikran, Young Master Xing Heero,"

'Ah'

Only then Heero came into a realization. He understood why Old Man Dazekh said he did not deserve his bow. He was the elder here, not Old Man Dazekh.

"If you are here, does it mean you have met Saint?"

Heero stopped his steps and looked at Old Man Dazekh in a confused look. He did not understand what Old Man Dazekh meant.

"Just like I said, I have read all records left behind my predecessors. The last time Saint came here, he helped our tribe avoid the Great Disaster. Before that, Saint also came to us, asking help from us to search for you!"

"Based on the record, Saint had not found you when he sealed this place away, "

Heero nodded his head and started his story. About the change in Dramonia which now became Earth.

"I see I see So now the sealed space began to open in the form of a gate? Does it mean outside is safe now?" Old Man Dazekh was quite happy with this.

"Yes, though the air and the energy outside is polluted, "

"Haha Mountain God truly looks after us! In the past, He sent your Master to save us from the damned specter. Now, He sent the Saint's disciple to save us from another crisis. Mountain God truly loves us!"

Old Man Dazekh let out heartfelt laughter.

"A crisis? Does something happen with the Purple Mountain Tribe?"

Then the Old Man Dazekh began to tell a story about him and his tribe. After being isolated with limited land, the resource in this land was also limited.

The tribe had survived thousands of years since the isolation. But now they faced a huge problem, the food crisis.

Purple Mountain Tribe was a hunter tribe. They were hunting to live. Whether hunting the specters or the beasts, the Purple Mountain Tribe was one of the best hunter tribes.

They managed to survive by hunting, but a problem occurred. The number of beasts kept decreasing until it was very hard to find even one living beast.

The beasts in this space were scarce. With no beast, the Purple Mountain Tribe lost their source of food.

"I see" Heero nodded. The crisis was pretty much solved now. They could go outside this space to hunt the beast on Earth.

As for where the beasts disappeared, it must be related to the Nocturnal Beast. And he guessed right.

"That's right, it's them! They are the culprit and we have been hunting them down for quite a while. Now those damned cowards would run at the sight of us!"

Old Man Dazekh poured all his grievances to Heero and Heero listened to the old man.

After having a pleasant chat for quite a while, Old Man Dazekh remembered something.

"Ah, Young Master! I heard from Lyera you want to talk to me about specters? I am all ears, "

"Yes, I have a request" It was Heero's turns, telling the current situation about Earth.

"I see It's Purple Mountain Tribe's pleasure to help Young Master. Moreover, the specters are our tribe's mortal enemy!"

Old Man Dazekh readily accepted Heero's request, "Young Master, let's talk the details at this old man's humble village. We have prepared a feast for you and your family~, "

Only then, Old Man Dazekh brought Heero to the Purple Mountain Village.

When both reached there, the festive atmosphere could be felt. A village made of treehouses, it was the simple sentence to describe Purple Mountain Village.

At the entrance of the village, they were greeted by the group of elderly.

Heero saw Miao Miao and the other kids were quite close with the Purple Mountain Tribe's kids. The language was not a barrier for them to play together. They were laughing and playing happily.

As for the adult group, they were the complete opposite of the kid group. They remained stiff and vigilant to their surroundings. But soon, the barrier between them was removed by the grand feast.

The best drinks and food presented by the Purple Mountain Tribe melted the heroes' vigilance.

By the late afternoon, a group of old men and the heroes were dead drunk. They collapsed on the ground with their face flushed red.

Heero was fine though, he had still a cup of purple wine in his hand even. He raised the cup and gulped it in one go and stood.

"It's time to uncover the secret behind the abandoned city,"

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