"Have you adapted well during your time at the outpost?"
Qin Tian looked at Mu Ya, speaking fluent Barbarian language, making communication seamless.
Mu Ya was momentarily stunned, then nodded vigorously, with genuine emotion in his voice:
"Adapted! It's so much better than the icy plains or the slave camps. We can live in warm houses that don't let in the wind, eat our fill of meat and grains every day, and even have potions that make us stronger. Such days, we never even dared to dream of before."
He took a deep breath, his azure eyes full of solemnity, "As long as you truly help us return home, the warriors of our Winter Tribe are willing to work for you!"
These words weren't perfunctory; they were a heartfelt decision after witnessing ordinary tribe members lead stable lives and warriors becoming several times stronger. To the Barbarian Race, "having food, a home, and strength" was a reason worth following.
