More than twenty people were seated there.
There were old and young, and even an elderly woman. Their appearances and clothing varied wildly.
Wen Yang looked these people over, then turned back to the chieftain seated beside him.
He said, "I have been appointed General Who Pacifies the North. By order of the General Who Guards the North, I have come to inspect the frontier and suppress bandits. I happened to pass your Duan Tribe, so I made a point of visiting."
Duan Qizhen jumped at these words. His face went pale, and he hurriedly said, "General! We have never plundered anyone! We farm for our own livelihood and have never robbed a soul. We are certainly no bandits!"
"Do not be alarmed, Master Duan. I am only here on an inspection. I was not saying that you were those bandits!"
As Wen Yang reassured him, Duan Qizhen hastily ordered wine and food brought in.
Looking at the fine wine and meat before him, Wen Yang found himself without much appetite, for some reason.
Perhaps it was because being here kept reminding him of what this tribe's founder had done...
Still, seeing the man bow and scrape as he offered him wine, Wen Yang could not disgrace Great Wei. He briskly picked up the wine pot and drained it, then took up some beef and tore off a great chunk with a single bite.
Everyone was rather awed by Wen Yang's fierce manner.
Duan Qizhen became all the more enthusiastic toward him.
Wen Yang then began telling them about his experiences and his many past exploits, leaving them dumbfounded. With some wine in him, his body grew warm, and he became increasingly excited as he spoke.
The feast was lively, and everyone present came forward to toast Wen Yang.
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