Jiang Laolv trembled as he received these "divine feathers," his hands shaking uncontrollably like a sieve, his lips quivering constantly, and he was already incoherent.
In his eyes, these were sacred objects!
The tribe only preserved ten divine feathers, and each one of them was more precious to him than his own life, something to be guarded with his life.
But Uncle Liang pulled out a handful, a dozen or so, as if they were worthless, leaving him dumbfounded.
On the other side, Jiang Feng was also completely shocked!
As the clan leader, he was naturally very familiar with the matter of the "divine feathers."
He cautiously walked over, looking at the feathers in Jiang Laolv's hands, then at the two serene and peaceful divine envoys locked in the cage, and he was greatly shaken!
"Wait! I... I need to confirm something!"
