Those few words were like a stone cast into a still pond, causing a thousand ripples.
The other Inuit chiefs all nodded, speaking over each other in agreement.
"That's right. This is the Far North Tundra, a spiritual land that belongs to the Inuit."
"You Indians are in the south. The Crown Territory has nothing to do with you."
"You drove us Inuit here all those years ago. Don't tell me you're trying to drive us out again now. Not a chance!"
"Right! Or we'll use blood to decide who the Crown Territory belongs to."
Chief Welta raised his hands again, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
As the commotion gradually subsided,
the Elder Chief's lips curled into a mocking smile, his playful gaze sweeping over the Inuit chiefs.
"Just because you say so? Did you get Feng's approval? Do you have any idea what the Wild Bull Tribe sacrificed to make the Crown Territory a Holy Land for the Alaska Indians?"
The rapid-fire questions landed like a series of heavy hammer blows.
