Chief Welta sighed softly, his voice laced with a hint of regret.
"Unfortunately, Feng did not agree to my conditions."
What!
The news hit them like a bombshell, instantly exploding through the crowd.
Feng had actually refused the offer.
The Inuit Tribe Chiefs' eyes all widened in unison.
It was as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and shock spread across their faces like a tidal wave.
Not even twenty million US dollars a year could move Feng Shan.
How could their tribes, who barely scraped by on hunting, possibly have the leverage to make demands of Feng?
In an instant, they all felt that their hopes for an Inuit Holy Land were slim.
Chief Welta impassively took in everyone's expressions.
'This is the perfect time to present my plan,' he thought to himself.
He coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and took a small step forward.
His eyes held a certainty born from experience, and his voice was steady and powerful as he spoke.
