Before long, Bafiel led Ghost Crone and the other five into the thatched hut.
The six were clearly still wary of everyone. The moment they entered, they looked around at the group with guarded expressions.
"Speak. Why did you summon us here?" Ghost Crone asked.
Elder Hou had never been good with words. He glanced at Jiang Feng, who immediately understood, rose to his feet, and said:
"Senior Ghost Crone, and five brothers. We called everyone here this time because we wish to discuss the tribe's development together. Now that you are also members of the Black Mountain Tribe, its development naturally cannot do without you."
Jiang Feng's words visibly moved the six of them.
His meaning was clear: he intended to treat them as one of their own.
In their own eyes, they were merely captives. To receive such treatment was already no easy thing.
They had long made up their minds that if the original members of the Black Mountain Tribe looked down on them, they could endure it. But if there was any injustice, they would certainly leave this place.
Yet now, the other side had actually invited them to take part in the tribe's core deliberations. This truly caught them by surprise.
Ghost Crone looked at Jiang Feng, then at Elder Hou, and slowly said:
"Jiang Feng, you are a capable man, one who sees the bigger picture."
"I know that you have devoted yourself wholeheartedly to the tribe's development, and that you sincerely wish to accept people like us."
"However, a rift has already formed. It will not be easy to dissolve it in a short time."
"I imagine I am not the only one who thinks so." As she spoke, Ghost Crone looked at Elder Hou.
"Since everyone is to be tied together in