Hearing Yang Ling speak nonsense this confidently, Yuna's face reddened, as if she had been the one lying. At the same time, the Sumeer prophet slipped into deep thought, as if he had recalled something.
Holy land?
Could it be that their family were the tribesmen that had moved away from the crisis in ancient times?
The prophet recalled the story that had been passed down in the tribe for generations. Legend had it that in ancient times, the desolate land they now inhabited was originally the holy land for the Sumeer people. Their tribesmen lived rich lives, free from struggle. Many of their tribesmen who had to settle affairs overseas or train far away had to return to the holy land to pray for the protection of their deities on the first of September every year.