The first project was a tribute.
In short, the youngest generation had to offer their best harvest in the past year to the oldest generation of the race.
That was to give them to the mahathera and the second elders.
"What's wrong?" Andrew noticed that Jo didn't look well.
Pursing her lips, Jo said, "I'm wondering if the thing we prepared is a little shabby."
Andrew took a look at the double-head wolf shank in his hand.
"You don't care about this family, do you?"
Jo sighed and said, "A gift is a reward for raising me. This family doesn't cultivate me, but it did raise me."
"OK."
Looking at her troubled look, Andrew smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "I'll handle this."
"What?" Jo looked at Andrew in confusion. She didn't know what he was thinking about.
But somehow, Andrew's smile always made her feel at ease.
As the first child came to mahathera, the family's tributes officially began.
"Joe Mo offers a middle demon core."