My Genesis Treasure Box

“Woo~ Woo~ Woo~” The tribe’s horn had sounded. The great shaman held a long bone staff and swept his arms in broad, deliberate gestures. He stepped in a strange pattern, then touched the staff to the head of the young man kneeling at the front. A peculiar light shot from the staff and landed on the young man’s forehead, forming a red dragon-shaped mark. Li Chunfeng peered through a magnifying glass at the savages kneeling all around below. A question mark hung over his head. “Great Divine One, this is our tribe’s advancement ceremony.” A voice sounded in his mind.