On the other side, Guo An dragged Xie Daiyu outside the cave.
"Father!" Xie Daiyu angrily called his father. He couldn't understand why Guo An stopped him. Even though the ritual didn't seem dangerous, he didn't want Ruan Chanchan to bleed for the tribe that had hurt her. What had they even done for her to bleed for them? Nothing. If anything, the entire tribe had hurt her more than once. Why should his destined one sacrifice her blood for the sake of a tribe like this?
Guo An sighed. He let go of Xie Daiyu and said to him, "I know that you are unwilling. But you need to think with your head instead of your heart. The tribe has more than just the elders and those who hurt Ruan Chanchan; you cannot ignore the plight of the elderly and the young cubs."
A stubborn part of Xie Daiyu wanted to say that he didn't care about them either, but he couldn't because he did care. He cared too much about the young cubs, the orphans and the elderly who had no one to take care of them.
