章 709: The Different Eras

Gao Peng felt a little itchy from all the licking, so he knocked gently on the shell of the White Clam. Little White Clam closed its shell and become a well-behaved clam once again.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked at the shadows of the six little ones. Gao Peng put Little White Clam in his pocket, then turned and headed back to the tribe. Before Purple Star had left, he had told Gao Peng some news, thus during that period of time, Gao Peng read through all the books in the Li Tribe.

The place where the Li Tribe held and stored all their knowledge was a white slender tower, one of the tallest white buildings that Gao Peng had seen when he first came to the Li Tribe.