CHAPTER 1097: CHAPTER 1097 WHOSE SACRIFICIAL ALTAR

Li Wenli felt his hair stand on end at Yuwen Luanfei’s expression. What in the world did this guy mean by looking at him all lascivious like that?

The other day, I suspected he didn’t understand romance, and now he has this expression... Artists sure know how to make a scene.

Li Wenli’s eyebrow twitched as he silently patted Yuwen Luanfei’s shoulder: "Hey man, what on earth are you thinking about all day?"

Yuwen Luanfei was fantasizing about the two of them being worshipped by the masses when suddenly a pat on the shoulder snapped him back to reality.

He shivered awkwardly and said, "N-nothing."

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Li Wenli stroked his chin, pondering. The more this guy seemed to hide, the more suspicious he appeared.

Yuwen Luanfei couldn’t take the Fox’s sharp gaze any longer, so he patted his rear and got up: "Ah Dao is back. I’ll go see what goodies he brought back from his hunt."

Bai Junjun watched the artist flee in a hurry and also grew suspicious: "Speaking of which... you two have been acting all mysterious for days now. What’s the big secret?"

Li Wenli raised an eyebrow, utterly shocked that the young miss thought he and Yuwen Luanfei were on the same side. He quickly clarified: "He’s the only one acting weird. I asked him because I found him odd, but he got all guilty and ran off."

Bai Junjun scratched her head and decided to ask Wenren Pingting about it some other day.

His wife would surely know about the artist’s affairs.

Having decided on this, the two stopped talking about them and went to see Ah Dao’s spoils.

Although there was a jungle around here, the nearest was this little stream, and Ah Dao had caught five or six fish.

Everyone knew they were out to, err... explore, so they brought plenty of food and cooking utensils. The hunting team brought back fish, and someone found some bird eggs nearby, so they all decided to make rice, grill fish, and cook fish-head egg drop soup.

The lavish meal made it feel like they weren’t out working at all. It was like a picnic, and they leisurely enjoyed lunch and rested a while before setting off again.

Following the river, about an hour later, the group saw a very tall stone platform from afar.

The County Magistrate’s eyes lit up again: "Is that... a city wall?"

This time, before Bai Junjun could speak, the men of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe got excited.

They rambled excitedly in ancient language before realizing it, then switched to broken formal language: "That’s our Heaven-reaching Platform."

The group eagerly moved forward but soon stopped again.

Seeing them stop, Bai Junjun couldn’t help but wonder, "Why aren’t we moving forward?"

"This... this doesn’t seem like our Heaven-reaching Platform." The Clan Leader’s face was serious.

"How could that be?" Li Wenli looked puzzled. There was only this swamp within a 500-mile radius, and they did find agricultural difficulties on this platform. How could it not be the Heaven-reaching Platform?

"O-our Heaven-reaching Platform doesn’t have such a majestic bridge!" The Clan Leader confirmed with certainty.

There used to be a shaky wooden bridge, long corroded by the swamp, but now an imposing sky bridge was erected here, indicating this place differed from what they knew.

This bridge couldn’t have sprung up out of nowhere, nor could an Earth Dragon have built it. The only possibility is that the real owners built it.

Thus, the Fire-Swallowing Tribe hesitated, afraid of taking the wrong path.