"What else?" Elder Qian was much clearer-headed than Elder Lin. This old woman had become more and more muddleheaded as she grew old. She could not even understand something so simple. The people of the tribe had already been won over by Ruan Chanchan. If they stopped her from setting up the stall, the tribe's members would blame the elders. After all, Ruan Chanchan had drawn quite a picture in front of them.
Now everyone in the tribe believed that Ruan Chanchan could easily earn a lot of money because she was blessed by the beast goddess. If they continued, then Elder Qian was worried that the people of the tribe would definitely point fingers at them. Elder Qian understood that in the current situation, it was better for her to take a step back rather than causing trouble. Unfortunately, Elder Lin was not as smart as her. She was still bent on making trouble.
"But—"
