As Jacob's voice fell, a figure in white flashed, and a graceful figure appeared behind Jacob. He was slightly surprised. He blurted out, "Karen?"
With Jacob's help, the Saintess of the Fisherman Clan survived a crisis. Then, she became the spiritual leader of the Fisherman Clan. The whole tribe was on good terms with him.
"It's rare for you to recognize me," Karen said with a smile.
"You are the Saintess of the Fisherman Clan, so of course I know you." Jacob smiled slightly and said, "You shouldn't be here. What are you doing here?"
"You can treat my appearance here as an experience, because most of the people of the Fisherman Clan will have to leave our holy land after they grow up. We can live a long time. If everyone stays in the clan, our clan will not be able to bear us all."
"So now, your clan's territory is full of old and young people. Have all the young and strong people entered the secular world?" Jacob asked with a smile.