Facing the appearance of over a thousand tribespeople who had come to welcome them, Elder Wu'en, at the head of the group, revealed a smile. After waving to signal them, he leaped down from his mount and looked toward the hemp-clothed old man standing before him.
"Sorry for troubling you, Elder Bayin, by making you come out personally to welcome us. I have an important matter to discuss with the clan chief. As for this beast meat, Elder Bayin can take charge of receiving it."
Wu'en did not answer the hemp-clothed old man's question. Instead, he pointed behind him. The many huge chunks of beast meat, bound with branches and leaves from special plants, were gathered before the crowd.
Hearing this, a trace of sharpness flashed through the hemp-clothed old man's eyes before vanishing.
"Bayin is in charge of safeguarding the clan's resources in the first place. This beast meat should naturally be handed over to me." The hemp-clothed old man's strange expression spread across his face as he looked at the mountain of beast meat and spoke with a smile.
But when he saw the people being carried on the two stretchers, the hemp-clothed old man's expression instantly turned cold. He spoke in a slightly imposing tone:
"Elder Wu'en, who is this person? From his appearance, he looks exceedingly unfamiliar. He should not be a member of my Gong Clan tribe. Anyone who is not of my clan must not enter our tribe's settlement without reason. This is an ancestral rule. Could it be that Elder Wu has forgotten?"
Hearing the hemp-clothed old man say this, Elder Wu'en showed no abnormal reaction. His expression remained calm as he spoke again. "Wu naturally knows the clan rules. However, this person has rendered my tribespeople a great service, and Wu will