The Mountain Lord-grade Flame Spider, resembling a heavily armored tank, bore a wide carapace laden with multi-colored sacs woven from silk. These sacs held the capital of trade caravans – primal food and ores.,“Yes...” Luo Qi's front limbs moved, and the soil on the ground wriggled, forming a ball of dirt that floated in mid-air.,“This is the year stone of our Flame Spider tribe. It’s a tradition. Every year, we send a young Flame Spider to the opposite Cloud Trace continent to check the state of primal energy there. Then, they carve a mark on the stone, representing that one year has passed.”。