Hearing Chu Yun's voice, Ge Tian finally snapped out of it.
Go in? Of course they could go in.
He had no choice; Chu Yun's reaction had been too rapid, his strength too formidable. Ge Tian finally understood why this man was the tribe chief: he was clearly a mighty warrior, only it was unclear why there were no patterns on his arm.
"Lord Yun, High Priest," Ge Tian was not sure about his chances of defeating Chu Yun if he initiated an attack, "please come this way, have the two of you come here to trade for something?"
He greeted Ye Shaohua and the others with a beaming smile as if the previous unpleasantness had never occurred.
This time Ye Shaohua only had four people in her party, but they had brought quite a few things.
The goods were all carried by Hui.
However, there were also large quantities of items waiting to be transported by other warriors of the Icefield Tribe, and Hui wasn't carrying much of each item on his back.
