The ancient treeman looked up at him, ignoring the urgency of the several clan chiefs beside him, and with a poker face he unwrapped the leaf packet exposing an intense sweet scent that instantly permeated the surroundings.
The ancient treeman's eyes widened, "What's this?" He couldn't help but swallow hard.
Seeing the ancient treeman's reaction, Chief Meng Zhuo's heart immediately eased. He cautiously said, "This is the sweet water we gathered from the buzzing insects, which can be preserved for a long time in this Beast God Mountain."
Then he took out a small piece of honeycomb from the basket, wrapped it in a leaf, and handed it to the tree man, "You can taste it first, and then decide whether to trade or not."
In reality, the old tree man had been salivating after this sweet thing for a while. Things obtained from the exchange were supposed to be split amongst the tribe, so even as an elder, he wasn't allowed to eat it randomly.
