At this moment, just as Zhao Rong, Lili, the beautiful Yu Lan, and their assistant were praising the beautiful Xuelian, a group of primitives suddenly rushed out from the nearby woods. Men and women alike, they fell to their knees before Zhao Rong and kowtowed.
"Sir, you are our saviors…" they cried.
When Zhao Rong saw over a hundred primitives charging out of the Primeval Forest, he immediately shielded the three women and his assistant. He warily questioned the kneeling figures, "I know this is a prehistoric civilization. We didn't travel here to harm you, so please, don't harm us."
Before Zhao Rong could finish, the primitives continued to kowtow. "Sir, even though we are primitives and you are modern humans, we all look exactly the same. We come from the same roots, the same species. Since we look the same, you must help us fight the Avatars! If you don't, the last hundred of us will surely be killed by them, and our people will become extinct."
