Because of strength.
So Hou Xi was unhappy.
As the son of the tribe leader, he had always aimed to become the next leader.
Cultivation, fighting, hunting—such fulfilling and joyful days, but now he had to protect a guy worth less than an insect.
The most annoying thing was that there was no time limit on this protection.
Hence, even when he thought of his father being beaten by his mother, he couldn't feel any joy.
He understood Xie Tian a little.
Three months living under the same roof, he witnessed Xie Tian evolving from someone who couldn't walk to someone who could.
Every time he went hunting and mentioned this to his companions, it would bring a burst of laughter.
The laughter came from the joke.
In his eyes, Xie Tian was a joke.
And now, he was protecting a joke.
Every time he thought about this, his normally steady breathing would become rapid.
"Maybe when I get back this time, as the next tribe leader, I'll become a joke too..."
