For the past few days, Fang Qianyuan had eaten and lodged in the snowmen's town. He had also deliberately interacted with the local inhabitants and had begun to understand a little of their dialect.
As far as Fang Qianyuan could tell, their civilization was not highly developed. They had yet to develop a complex language, let alone writing, so their dialect was not particularly difficult to learn.
After several days of trying, he had grasped some patterns in their common expressions. For example, the snowmen often used "woo" to express fear, negativity, resistance, and similar emotions, as well as negation, while "mm" conveyed the opposite: affirmation.
Repeated syllables intensified the tone, serving to emphasize a point.
They had no specialized measure words, either. Rather than counting one, two, three, four, they used gestures.
Once Fang Qianyuan grasped these patterns, he discovered to his surprise that he could actually understand their dialect and even speak it passably well.
The Chief asked, "Guest, have you had enough to eat? Have you settled in comfortably?"
Fang Qianyuan said he had plenty to eat and warm clothes to wear, and took the opportunity to express his thanks.
The Chief nodded in satisfaction. "I am willing to send a warrior into the Sacred Mountain with you now. You have done well and kept your promise. I must keep mine, too."
Fang Qianyuan said delightedly, "That is wonderful! Thank you, Chief!"
The Chief added, "However, you must agree to a few things."
Fang Qianyuan promptly said, "Please tell me, Chief."
The Chief said, "Within the Sacred Mountain are the World Lord and sacred souls. You come from the outside world. You must not profane the sacred or stir up trouble, and above all, you must not bring disaster back upon our tribe."
Fang Qianyuan said, "Of