The campfire was lit.
Chen Feng did not make things difficult for the deer; instead, he let it return to inform the chieftain of their tribe. As a member of a primitive civilization, Chen Feng naturally had many resources to negotiate with them.
Of course, the premise is that the other party accepts his goodwill.
As long as the other party is willing to negotiate, Chen Feng is confident that with the resources at hand, nothing will be a problem.
Chen Feng was still uncertain of the exact nature of the deer's species, but he could make some general judgments based on its aura.
The Devil is malevolent.
The Demon is chaotic.
This is a clear racial aura, even the kindest person staying in a malevolent place for too long will surely be tainted by some negative emotions.
But the deer just now was different, timid and cowardly. Even possessing the strength of a Golden Tier, it trembled at the slightest scare, not at all like a ruthless thug.
