"Aruba, there's no 'buts', but since I've already given out my order, you're now the chief of the tribal craftsmen. Not only that, I also think that this is what Tumulu wishes," Zhang Lisheng said as he walked up to Tumulu under the reddish glow of the firelight. He plucked out two feathers from the old man who still had a delighted look on his face and turned to look ay Aruba to insert it into his thick black hair.
"This is indeed my wish, Great Raider! Thank you for your gift!" Even though Tumulu's face had turned gray a little after having two of his feathers taken away, once he saw the three feathers illuminated by firelight on his son's head, he still said this emotionally in tears.
"Great Raider, I won't let you down! I'll make Tudenan become more powerful and rich." Seeing that everything has now settled, the new Tudenan's chief craftsmen straightened out his feelings and laid his body entirely on the ground as he said loudly.