The identity of Zhao Ling'er was evidently very noble among the White Miao Tribe; as soon as Gaerjia called out, the White Miao soldiers on the city wall immediately knelt down with a loud shuffle. The Black Miao soldiers were evidently also uncertain and puzzled, not knowing what to do for a moment———of course, the dark cannons on the airship pointed at them might have been a more effective deterrent.
When Fang Zheng and the others left the airship, Gaerjia hurriedly brought people over to Zhao Ling'er and respectfully knelt before her.
"Greetings, Your Royal Highness."
"For now, let's set aside these formalities."
Looking at Gaerjia in front of her, Zhao Ling'er waved her hand.
"I came here to solve the great drought in the Miao Territory first. As long as we have the Five Spirit Pearls, we can lift the drought....…"
"But, the Five Spirit Pearls have already been lost....…"
