บท 1018: A Northern Tribe Village

Lin Mu gazed at the villagers that had appeared and found them to be a bit different.

The villagers hurriedly crossed their hands and bowed. Seeing this strange method of paying respects Lin Mu was startled.

Jing Luo who saw it also got alerted, his eyes went wide while the veins on his arms bulged. 

'This method of greeting… isn't this…' 

"Lord Cultivators, may we have the grace of knowing which tribe are you from?" the villager questioned.

"They are…" Jing Luo muttered as faint spirit Qi waves came from his body.

But just as he was about to act, he heard a voice.

"Hang on… let's not act so fast." Lin Mu spoke lightly.

Jing Luo stopped and lowered his hand that was half way raised. The villagers couldn't see it with their heads bowed, or they would have been alerted as well.

Lin Mu looked at the villagers who were obediently bowing and thought to himself before speaking, "we cannot tell you that."