Great Voyage: A Hero With Two Swords, Golden Lion Younger Brother

With that said, Kazan took out the contents of the wooden box.

Before I had time to look, I heard Yuan Bao's voice coming from behind: "Master Kazan, why haven't you rested yet?"

Kazan turned around and saw Yuan Bao and the old man slowly walking towards him.

So he quickly put the things in his hands into the space before he could even look at them.

From the position of the old man and Yuan Bao, you can't see the movement of Kazan's hand at all.

Seeing them walking over, Hina said: "Master, Yuanbao, why are you awake? Mr. Kazan and I seemed to have heard some strange noise just now, so we came over to take a look."

"When we came over, the sound seemed to be gone again.

After hearing what Hina said, Kazan gave him an approving look.

I thought to myself, "This little girl, her brain works very fast!"

Hina secretly sent Kazan a playful wink back.

With that said, the old man and Yuan Bao have arrived in front of Kazan.

The old man said: "Master Kazan, actually I know you have other purposes for coming here, but I don't care anymore."

After speaking, the old man looked around in the moonlight and said calmly: "As soon as I came back here, I was relieved. This place has long become a thing of the past.

"When my people went to the outside world, few of them were willing to come back and live here.

"Even if I were to come back to live here now, I would probably have a hard time adapting."

"This place has long been a dream for our older generation."

"Now that I can come back, my dream has come true, and I no longer have any regrets in this life!"

"Master Kazan, if there is anything useful here for you, please feel free to dig out and use it. I will never stop you."

"If there is something that can be used and promoted, it can be regarded as adding some color to this world."

After speaking, the old man looked at Kazan sincerely.

From the old man's eyes, Kazan saw a spirit that could see the breeze on his sleeves and see through the world.

Even Kazan admired that indifference.

"Grandpa, I'm very happy that you think so. Then can you tell us some of the history of the tribe?"

Grandpa asked with a surprised look on his face: "Master Kazan, are you really interested in the history and civilization of our tribe?"

Kazan nodded slightly in affirmation...

Grandpa looked pleased: "Actually, we are not the most primitive Orange tribe bloodline now!"

Many, many years ago, there was a group of outsiders who, for some unknown reason, took a boat without sails and wandered on the sea for a long time.

Just when they were almost desperate due to hunger and disease, the ship drifted to the Island of Mist.

A group of people landed on the Misty Island.

As time went by, this group of people slowly integrated into the Orange Tribe.

All their behaviors are completely in sync with the Orange tribe, and they have not brought anything from the outside into the tribe.

No one knows where they come from or why they are drifting in the sea.

But many people in our tribe don’t believe this history.

Because no one wants to have the blood of other races in their body.

Therefore, few people in the entire Orange tribe will mention this period of history, and no one in the tribe will discuss this matter.

But there is always someone in every family who remembers it.

Even after so many years, this past event will be handed down.