Song Lin picked up a weapon, ready to gather some food, when he suddenly noticed a group of wild men standing behind him.
The wild men wielded weapons made of stone and rough bows and arrows, clad in grass skirts, with coarse skin.
They stared at Song Lin and the bonfire, emitting guttural sounds, their eyes filled with awe.
Song Lin was startled upon seeing these people, his heart trembling as he thought, "In my current weak state, encountering these savages would surely spell death!"
While pondering this, the group suddenly knelt down, chanting unknown syllables.
Song Lin quickly grasped the situation.
They must have mistaken him for a Heavenly God.
It made sense—dressed in luxurious, multicolored silk, with fair skin and tidy attire, along with his ability to wield fire—wasn't he akin to an immortal?
Realizing this, Song Lin immediately adopted an imposing demeanor.
He gestured for the group to rise, and a tall wild man stepped forward.
"Can you speak?" Song Lin asked.
