In a small wooden hut at the edge of the tribe, a middle-aged man sat quietly on a low stone, polishing a rough stone bowl with slow and steady movements. His name was Li Zheng, and his face was calm, but his brows were slightly furrowed as if he was lost in thought.
Just then, the door curtain was suddenly pushed aside.
A young female rushed in, her breathing uneven, her eyes shining with excitement. "Father!" she called out, her voice trembling. "Is it true?"
Li Zheng did not immediately look up. He continued polishing the bowl for a moment before asking in a low voice, "What is it?"
The young female stepped closer, almost unable to contain herself. "Is it true that the Fox Beast City Lord has refused to marry Lan Yue?"
Only then did Li Zheng pause. His hand stopped moving, and he slowly lifted his head. After a brief silence, he gave a simple nod. "Mn."
That single sound was enough.
