"Gulu gulu..."
Ru Lan's soft voice gradually faded away, leaving only the bubbling sound of the dragon meat soup in the blue-and-white porcelain pot within the guest room; the aroma of the stew slowly permeated the air.
Tian Ye's voice was quiet, but just loud enough for Jia Yi and Li Junwu to hear.
With a sidelong glance from his golden pupils at the Western Region maiden by the window lattice, Tian Ye straightened his posture and chuckled:
"Because Jiatiange controls the Central Plains and forbids the entry of Ancient Beasts, while the survival space in the Great Desert is extremely restricted, the clans of the Qilin Wolf and Bug Saint engaged in a prolonged war over generations. Ultimately, the Qilin Wolf side emerged victorious and gradually evolved into the Tartar People."
"The so-called Great Desert Sons and Daughters of the Gods are those individuals who have reached a certain critical point of compatibility with the Qilin Wolf and Bug Saint."
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