"Fellow, which world do you come from? Your talent only appears once every 500 years, and the people with this talent come from other worlds!"
After entering the tent, the leader didn't say anything else to Jack. Instead, he expressed his doubts directly.
"When I came to this world, I've already had this skill. I don't know anything else."
Jack replied honestly. He was also surprised that the powerful man could tell that he was not from this world.
"In my tribe, there is a white bull dead man who can sense other space abilities, so I can tell at a glance that you are special!"
Noticing Jack's confusion, the leader blurted out.
"Why did you tell me this? I think we have something more important to do. It doesn't matter who I am!"
"Young man, do you know who the last person was to have this skill?"
Maybe the leader didn't take Jack's words but looked at him and spoke.
Jack shook his head and said nothing.