How could an outsider quickly integrate into a group?
The answer was simple: create a common enemy.
To the various elders within the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe, the original Nie Qing had merely been part of a branch that had split away from the tribe. Though he was still nominally a member of the tribe, in truth, he had long become an outsider far removed from its center.
Although the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe had initially been an integrated tribe where the capable rose to the top, after so many years of development, the various families had naturally formed their own factions and lineages according to their differing bloodlines, inherited crafts, and degrees of influence within the tribe.
The tribal chief was still selected through a trial, but the candidates had changed from anyone in the tribe having a chance to candidates put forward by the major families.
Judging by that standard, Nie Qing, who was not particularly outstanding within Nie Qi's branch, fundamentally lacked the qualifications.
At any other time, making these elders agree would have faced enormous resistance.
Whether it was open opposition or secret obstruction, both were predictable headaches.
But now, everything was completely different.
The tribal chief had fallen into captivity because of the conspiracies of traitors, and the foundation of the entire tribe was teetering on the brink of collapse.
Although everyone had initially prepared themselves for the tree to fall and the monkeys to scatter, if they could continue holding on, who would be willing to become someone driven from their homeland?
Ye Xiu's arrival had shattered the false veil that Consecrated Ping had spent so much time constructing. No matter what calculations the elders present harbored in their hearts, at the very least, they had acknowledged him as a true powerhouse.
And what about Nie