Ji Nuan laid Xiu Yan down on the heated brick bed, grinning, "I understand that helping the Liangshan Tribe can be dangerous, but what if we convinced the Liangshan Tribe to join the Watson Tribe?"
Uncle Ge Xing's eyes widened in shock, "That's not possible. Liangshan Tribe is an old tribe that has been passed down for a long time. Even if their population has decreased, they wouldn't abandon their tribal heritage to join another tribe."
Ji Nuan shook her head, "Uncle Ge Xing, nothing is impossible. As long as they can survive, everything is feasible. If we do not help them, will there still be a Liangshan Tribe after this winter season?
No, there won't be!
And if they join our tribe, they will have sturdy warm houses to live in, enough food, and a safe wall to fend off beasts. If it were you, would you join or not?"
"But this..." Ge Xing still seemed hesitant.
