"Feng, it's been a while. You passed through Mangting Village last time, why didn't you come to Norton Bay? The scenery in Clark is just as beautiful as in the Crown Territory."
"I had urgent business that day. My apologies. I'll definitely visit when I have the chance."
Feng Shan played along, extending both hands to clasp the Elder Chief's. He returned the chief's polite invitation with a tone just as full of warmth.
Inwardly, however, he was on high alert, wary that the old man was trying to trap him.
After exchanging false pleasantries for a while, the two of them, like a pair of incredibly close old friends, walked together onto the bearskin rug laid in the center of the clearing and sat down.
"Feng, I hear your Crown Territory plans to take in the Yosemite Bear Tribe."
Chief Welta turned slightly, his gaze fixed on Feng Shan. His eyes seemed to pose a simple question, but they held a faint, probing glint.
