"Does the current situation not align with your tribe's interests? Why make things more complicated?" Pei Yan wasn't too surprised by Long Jin's act of pleading for the Fenrir Race. He glanced at the space passage about to open, sighed at their swift arrival, and casually teased.
Long Jin shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "Currently, both tribes are jointly managing the Dragon Realm. My father not only needs to stabilize his tribe's power but also calm the unstable hearts of the Magic Plane tribe, who just lost their Clan Leader. Although they were the ones who made the mistake, I still have to strive to give them another chance. If their conditions don't satisfy you, you can refuse them later. This will be my last effort; Fenrir Race can't blame me then."
