"I am Ghost Vine Venerable. Trespassing into your tribe's territory was not intentional. I hope you can forgive the offense." Shen Luo controlled Ghost Vine Venerable to reveal himself and, following the Witch Race etiquette Fire Spirit Child had taught him, raised his right hand to his chest in salute.
"You know the customs of our Witch Race?" The elderly Witch Race man showed a trace of surprise.
"I learned of them from an ancient book," Ghost Vine Venerable replied impassively.
"Our Witch Race has long vanished into the river of time. I never expected you to have encountered records of our people. It seems you have quite a connection with the Witch Race. My name is Matu, chieftain of the White Fang Tribe." The old man returned the salute.
"So you are Chieftain Matu. It is a pleasure to meet you. Earlier, there was a misunderstanding between me and two warriors of your tribe, and I injured one of their battle beasts. I hope you will forgive me. How should I compensate you?" Ghost Vine Venerable said sincerely. At the same time, he took out the two bone sabers and the bone spear and returned them to the two young Witch Race men with both hands.
Though the two still looked at Ghost Vine Venerable with hostility in their eyes, the anger on their faces had faded considerably. They reached out and accepted the weapons.
"Since it was a misunderstanding, there is no need for compensation. Though our Witch Race has declined, we are not lacking a single battle beast. Fellow Daoist Ghost Vine, it seems you did not come to this island alone. Since your other companions have also arrived nearby, come out," Chieftain Matu said, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.
"Haha, Chieftain Matu's abilities are remarkable