Tong Aiguo became a little angry. He gestured with the stone knife and tried his best to search for supporting examples.

Unfortunately, shamanism has been separated from mainstream society for too long, and it is really not easy to prove it in a way that Cai Gen can understand.

"Cai Gen, I am from the Ma Jia clan. If you join Shamanism, you will become ours from now on."

Waistcoat style?

Or Mazar style?

Is it for wearing or sitting?

Cai Gen stared at Tong Aiguo with ignorant eyes, expressing his confusion.

"Ma Jiashi, you don't know?

Okay, let me tell you about someone, Nurhaci, do you know?"

Cai Gen nodded. It wasn't that long ago. Aisin Gioro Nurhachi was a figure from three to four hundred years ago.
Chapter completed!