The work of incorporating the Diga Tribe lasted a full three days.
What surprised Elder Hou was that, aside from a few experts, the people of the Diga Tribe seemed quite willing to be incorporated.
On the high wall, Jiang Feng stood beside Elder Hou, watching as the Diga Tribe's people moved into the tribal camp one after another, making the camp increasingly crowded.
Jiang Feng said, "Looks like it's time to expand the camp."
Elder Hou's face still carried some concern. "A-Feng, incorporating the Diga Tribe just like this may bring future troubles."
Jiang Feng smiled. "Senior, I know what you're worried about."
"Rest assured. Aside from a few experts, most members of the Diga Tribe are more than willing to be folded into the Black Mountain Tribe."
Elder Hou was somewhat puzzled. "You're that certain?"
Jiang Feng nodded. "Senior, don't forget—what is the core purpose of a tribe's existence on the wasteland?"
Elder Hou thought for a moment before replying, "Naturally, it is to survive, and to develop better."
Jiang Feng looked at Elder Hou and smiled. "Compared to the Diga Tribe, our Black Mountain Tribe has now mastered the power of fire and stepped into civilization. Doesn't that make survival and development far easier?"
Elder Hou hesitated briefly, then nodded. "That is true."
Jiang Feng turned back to look at the Diga Tribe members steadily moving into the camp and said freely:
"For ordinary tribe members, survival is the same wherever they go. The Black Mountain Tribe can provide them with the power of civilization. Once they join us, do you think they will still harbor rebellious thoughts?"
"Besides, this power of civilization is in my hands. If they want to obtain civilization, it still has to be bestowed by me personally."
"So even if there are