The Wild Bull Tribe wanted a Fire Totem.
Feng Shan fell silent.
The tribal Fire Seed had only granted three Fire Totem slots in total. One was given to the River Beach, and one to Kaktovik Town. Now, he only had one slot left.
Feng Shan planned to keep this last slot for himself, to find a place where he could stably obtain Soul Power—a place like the River Beach, which could provide a continuous supply of Soul Power for the tribal Fire Seed.
However, the Elder Chief sitting beside him was the slyest of old foxes. His eyes were incredibly sharp, and he keenly noticed the change in Feng Shan's expression, feeling a secret flicker of joy.
This expression wasn't one of simple difficulty. If it were completely impossible, his face would be filled with helplessness, and he would have refused directly. Instead, it was more of a conflicted look.
As for what he was conflicted about...
