620 The Fei Lian

The fact that Father wanted me to participate in this year's tribal meeting must mean that he wants to let me be chief soon. I'm going to show everyone else what the White Dragon tribe is made of, thought Bai Kun without betraying the slightest hint of emotion on his face. As a representative of the White Dragon Tribe and already part of its forebears, he had to maintain a calm exterior no matter what.

"This way please, our most esteemed guests from the White Dragon Tribe," said the person who received Gao Peng and the others when they arrived at the Blue River Tribe.

"Lead the way," said Bai Kun flatly.

The old man who had greeted them swept his gaze across the crowd of young people before him. "You're free to go about the village. Just don't cause any trouble while you're here."