The Alps.
A figure, who looked a little hunched, stepped on the snow, but did not leave any footprints. He walked toward the mountainside in a hurry.
It was an old man with a wrinkled face and an Asian appearance.
Dressed in the clothes of the cardinal of the Western Religions, his face was full of excitement and expectation at the moment.
"At this time, the barrier of the Shennong Tripod has disappeared, and the stupid master and disciple must have become nourishment for the Shennong Tripod."
"However, their blood essence alone is not enough for the Shennong Tripod to recover. If we want the Shennong Tripod to truly recover, we need more people to sacrifice!"
The old man whispered to himself in Harvaland language that didn't have any foreign accent.
When shepherds quarrelled, the wolf had a winning game.
The old man felt that he was the wolf who had a plan in the back. The two people of the Friotherism were just preparing for him.