The old treeman handed the sweet sap of the buzzing insects to a young treemen behind him and lightly patted Meng Zhuo's shoulder with a smile, "Does your tribe have a good relationship with Shaman Ji Nuan's Watson Tribe?"
His tone was downright fawning in comparison to his previous aloofness and arrogance, which left all the Orc Clan Leaders staring agape in disbelief.
Meng Zhuo looked a bit flustered, nodding repeatedly, "Shaman Ji Nuan and his group were invited by our Monte Tribe to participate in the big trading meeting this time, because my son received help from the Watson Tribe when he previously went to the Eneru Mountain Forest. Therefore, even though the Watson Tribe isn't really a tribe that would normally partake in the big trading meeting, we invited them to come witness it."
The old treeman's eyes lit up, his gaze toward Meng Zhuo growing more kindly, "Good invite, good invite indeed! The Monte Tribe is a good tribe."
