The tribe's chief still had not let this sudden, pleasant surprise go to his head. After all, although they too yearned to grow stronger, no one knew the intentions of someone who turned up so abruptly. So he still did not want to call out his tribe's children so readily.
Seeing that he had not gone to fetch the children of his tribe, Lucas asked, "Is there a problem?"
The tribal chief seemed to steel himself, then asked cautiously, "Esteemed warrior, although this might offend you, I still have to ask: are you planning to stay in our tribe to teach students?"
Lucas understood as soon as he heard this. This was still the tribal era, not the later age when everyone knew about magic and Battle Qi, when the desire to grow stronger was etched into people's bones. Everyone would leave their villages to seek instruction, so catching the eye of a powerful being was a great stroke of luck. But in this tribal era, information did not travel freely.
As the tribal chief, he naturally had to consider the tribe's continued survival. Its young people were its future. So he did not want to lose the talented children of his tribe without knowing what was happening.
Thinking of this, Lucas said, "Of course I can't stay in your tribe. I'll only wait for half an incense stick to burn. Those who wish to come may come. If they don't, forget it."
Although Lucas wanted to take in talented students and train them to spread faith for him in the future, he also had his pride as a ninth-rank warrior. Being given an opportunity by him was their honor. He could not possibly abandon his standing over something like this and beg people to become his students.
Sure enough,