"Actually, he wasn't that courageous."
Chelina sighed softly: "Father, he initially never intended to face the Wolf Lord head-on. He even thought the Wolf Lord wouldn't notice his little moves in the New Continent."
"You can't blame him; the Wolf Lord has ruled the Wolf Race for many years, and no one truly dares to defy his will."
There was a trace of melancholy on Veneto's face. Once regarded as the rising star of Basilicata, he provoked a 'Prince' from the Yakxi Family and was immediately sent to a remote town. It was inevitable; the old order of the Wolf Race had long been deeply entrenched.
The two fell into silence again.
No one spoke further, just silently watching Losa perform the ritual meticulously on stage.
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