After the warriors around the City Lord's residence were withdrawn, the tense atmosphere in the tribe finally eased a little.
Taking this chance, Su Qinglan walked out together with Han Jue, heading toward the direction of the City Lord's house. She had not seen her father for many days, and now that things seemed calmer on the surface, she naturally wanted to meet him.
The path was quiet, and the two of them walked side by side. Just as they were about to reach the main road leading to the residence, a figure suddenly stepped forward and blocked their way.
Su Qinglan immediately stopped.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man in front of her. His posture was steady, and his expression was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
"Who are you?" Su Qinglan asked directly. "Why are you blocking my path?"
She had never seen this man before, and his sudden appearance made her alert.
