Then they slowly flew away from a corner of the sky and came to a halt in mid-air about thirty or forty meters away from the six of them. I saw that the bright light turned into a bright spot and hung in the air.

"Ah," the flying ape suddenly exclaimed, "why does it look so much like ......?"

"Huh?" Wright turned around, "like what?"

"Let me think about it for a moment," said the flying ape, staring at the bright spot of light hanging in the air in the distance, "is it the legendary light of our tribe?"

"Dharma Protector Light, what is it, what the hell is going on?" Wright asked again.

"The more I look at it, the more it looks like the light of the Dharma Protector who has been missing for generations in our tribe, and at that time, when I took over as the seventy-second head of the tribe, my father, who was the seventy-first generation of the tribal leader at that time, said to me when he was dying......"

"That's what my father said at the time," continued the flying ape, "and he said, son, when the thirtieth chief of our tribe succeeded to the throne, he once held the position of leader of the tribal alliance. At that time, all the tribes within a radius of dozens of miles submitted to my tribe and respected my tribe as their leader. At that time, the tribes of all parties paid tribute to my tribe every year many rare and exotic things, one of which was a wooden box with a golden light, and it was not clear what was inside, but it could always hold golden light, and no object could cover its golden light. At that time, the thirtieth generation of chiefs ruled over a scale that no tribe could match. ”

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