Ji Ruyan and the others were beaten to the point where they had no strength left, yet at this moment, a little boy appeared.
He was probably a young noble around ten years old, dressed in a clean blue brocade robe, very gentle, but he had an air of nobility.
This little boy seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, with exquisite features, innocent and adorable like a statue.
"Uncle Bei, long time no see. I didn't expect that when you arrived, you'd bring me such a big tribute. Great-grandmother will be very happy to see the four of them."
"Little guy, it's been years since we parted, and you seem to have grown quite a bit."
"Is Uncle Bei here to celebrate great-grandmother's birthday?"
"That's right."
Yan Feibei smiled broadly as he floated down from above.
"What about them…"
The little boy's gaze fell on Ji Ruyan and the others.
"They are the tribute."
What?
They are the tribute?
