C794 The Third Son of the Chieftain

Within the cave of the Patriarch of the Green Bronze Tribe.

Qing Shou lowered his head and didn’t say anything. He was waiting for the Patriarch’s decision.

The Patriarch of the Green Bronze Tribe was sitting on a bronze chair. His wrinkled face was filled with anger. He was holding the bronze walking stick so tightly that his veins could be seen.

“Qing Shou