He held the pottery, admiring it over and over, practically unable to let it go.
Once he finally regained a bit of rationality, he immediately looked at Jiang Xuan, his face already bearing a passionate smile.
The middle-aged man first waved his hand to signal those standing to put away their weapons, then said to Jiang Xuan, "Friends from afar, welcome to the Crab Tribe, I am the leader of the Crab Tribe, Shan Xie."
"We in the Crab Tribe love to trade with people from other tribes, come down quickly."
Jiang Xuan asked, "If I come down, the tribal warriors of your Crab Tribe won't attack, right?"
Shan Xie patted his chest and assured, "I swear to the Crab God, the tribal warriors of the Crab Tribe will never attack you!"
Only then did Jiang Xuan nod; swearing to the Totem God still held some restraint for tribal people.
