Bei felt a chill all over, understanding why the Snake Lord had told him to halt, and immediately grew furious, raising his hand toward his head.
Li Changzhou lightly leaped and landed in front of the Snake Lord.
Clang!
The two gemstones at the top of the Snake Lord's wooden staff suddenly intensified in brightness, emitting a faint glow.
"Stop, Bei." The Snake Lord's expression was blank.
The strong wind blew Li Changzhou's clothing, and behind him, Bei, who had reverted to his normal height, looked somber and reluctantly ceased his actions.
"You want to marry into the clan?" the Snake Lord asked.
"As long as the girl is pretty enough," Li Changzhou replied.
The Snake Lord remained silent, as if considering, while Li Changzhou detected a familiar scent—snake venom.
Shouldn't the primitive people be straightforward and honest, resorting to slaughter at the slightest disagreement? How could they be so insidious, resorting to poison?
