"My lord..."
The Sacrificer looked deeply moved, seeming as if he wanted to say more, but the White Tiger Immortal Core had already closed its eyes, cutting off direct communication with the people of the White Tiger Tribe.
Consciousness returned to the center of the altar, and the White Tiger Immortal Core fell into deep thought.
The people of the White Tiger Tribe regarded it as a Beast God, the one who bestowed them with everything.
But only the White Tiger Immortal Core knew that it was merely using these people to fulfill its mission.
Even though the White Tiger Immortal Core believed everything it did was without any intention of deceiving these people in the slightest.
Yet were its gifts really worth these people staking their fate and future on, risking everything for?
Faith never arises out of thin air; every increase in the White Tiger Immortal Core's power came from these tribal people.
