The old tribe chief, however, remained stubborn in his beliefs. "What do you young folks understand? Those people were chosen by the High Priest to serve the gods! And as for Xiao Hua and Molly, they are the chosen holy maidens, the ultimate honor!"
Hearing this, the elderly members of the tribe didn't know what to do. After so many years of influence, their thoughts were deeply ingrained, and they couldn't be overturned by a few words.
He Zhu was infuriated, "Chief, why are you so stubborn? Do we have to wait until all of us are dead for you to believe?"
The chief sneered, "Deceptive words to mislead the masses!" Then, he looked at Ji Zan and Fu Shinan, "We don't welcome intruders. Leave immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite!"
Others, seeing this, once again raised the dart tubes, preparing to attack.
