Everyone who received a pill and bacon gave endless thanks, “Thank you Lord Zhao! Thank you Lord Zhao!”
“What are you thanking me for. You should thank Young master Lian. Young master Lian will remember your sacrifice to the tribe. As long as you work hard refining the bones, Young master Lian and the tribe will not let you down.”
Zhao Tiezhu said it with a sense of achievement. He had the illusion that he was representing the upper echelon of the Lian tribal clan. In fact at that moment, Zhao Tiezhu felt he was one of the upper echelon of the Lian tribal clan.
“Yes, yes. Thank you Young master Lian,” as some of the people knelt down and kowtowed towards the Patriarch’s compound.