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Some people remained vigilant from Abona, prepared to respond to any emergencies that might arise.
Under the leadership of Wyper, they arrived at a house that stood out with its relatively better condition.
The house was adorned with plants, giving it a green and lively appearance.
However, the ground around it was damp and mossy, adding a sense of lingering moisture.
"I don't know how anyone could survive in a place like this, let alone choose to live here," Abona thought to himself. "No normal person would willingly endure such conditions!"
"Chief, we have visitors!"
Wyper stood at the door, shouting respectfully. It was at this moment that Abona realized this group of people referred to their leader as "Chief" rather than "clan leader."
Abona and his small group stood quietly, waiting.
Other Shandians began to gather around, most of them women and children.
The remaining men had likely gone out in search of food.
This crowd curiously observed the visitors, especially the children, who were fascinated by Abona's clothing.
Some murmured about "Blue Sea people" under their breath, a term they seemed accustomed to using for outsiders.
At the door, even Wyper waited respectfully. After a short while, an elderly man, who appeared to be in his seventies, emerged from the dilapidated house. His frail body seemed to bear the toll of living in such a damp environment for decades.
"Chief..."
The moment the old man appeared, the gathered Shandians saluted and greeted him with reverence.
"Little Wyper! Why have you called me out?"
The old chief immediately noticed the presence of Abona and his companions but turned to question Wyper calmly.
"Grandpa Chief, it's not me who needs you. These Blue Sea people have come to see you!" Wyper explained, pointing toward Abona.
The Shandians remained silent, watching as the chief assessed the visitors.
After a brief pause, the old man slowly approached them, leaning heavily on his cane. His expression was cold and indifferent. When he was still several paces away, he spoke.
"I wonder what business you Blue Sea people have with me?"
"Blue Sea people? Don't draw such rigid distinctions," Abona replied with a sneer. "Your ancestors were also from the Blue Sea. If you're this rude, I'm not sure how you've managed to lead this tribe for so long."
"You're Courting death!" ( Oh...young master has shown himself for the first time )
A young Shandian, unable to contain his anger, lunged forward.
However, Wyper quickly restrained him and pushed him to the ground.
The crowd watched this scene in stunned silence, even the old chief seemed momentarily taken aback.
Wyper and his companions had witnessed Abona's strength firsthand.
They understood that their people were no match for him.
It was clear that Abona's group could obliterate them if provoked, and the Shandians would stand no chance.
The old chief, now aware of the situation, spoke in a calmer tone, "What is the purpose of your visit?"
Before Abona could reply, Wyper interjected, "Grandpa Chief, these people are now the rulers of Skypiea. It seems that Gan Fall has stepped down as God. They've come to discuss with how the people of Angel Island and we Shandians can coexist peacefully."
The chief's composure broke at these words. He slammed his cane into the ground, his anger flaring.
"What is there to discuss? That group has stolen our land for over four hundred years! We've fought to the death with them, and nothing will change that! Skypiea belongs to us Shandians. No one else has a right to it!"
Abona chuckled at the chief's outburst. Scanning the crowd, he estimated that most of the Shandian population about a hundred people were present. The rest could easily be located with his keen senses.
Taking a step forward, Abona spoke calmly, "So, your stance is clear: you refuse to compromise or communicate with His Majesty, me?"
Though his tone was indifferent, the aura of the five warriors accompanying him intensified, signalling their readiness for battle.
The old chief opened his mouth to retort, but before he could utter a word, Wyper stepped forward hurriedly.
"Grandpa Chief is willing to discuss terms with the King!" Wyper announced quickly. "But considering his age, he entrusts the matter to us for negotiation."
The crowd murmured in confusion. Why was Wyper, usually so proud of their Shandian heritage, suddenly advocating for peace?
One of Wyper's companions, who had also witnessed Abona's power, stepped forward. "Trust Wyper! He knows what's best for us," he urged.
However, a Shandian woman stood up defiantly. "Betrayal! For hundreds of years, we've never surrendered to those people on Angel Island. Why should we start now?"
The majority of the Shandians remained silent, observing the unfolding drama.
To them, the concept of true strength was vague, limited to the legendary feats of their ancestors or Gan Fall.
Wyper, pale and visibly anxious, feared the consequences of failure.
If negotiations broke down, Abona's forces could annihilate them. He wracked his mind, desperately searching for a solution.
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