Ling Feng looked at Lion Mad and chuckled softly, saying, "Lion Mad Tribal Chief, I think you have some misunderstandings about me. I bear no ill will towards the Beastmen!"
"I hope so!" Lion Mad snorted coldly, then said, "Let's go, the ancestor is waiting for you!"
Following Lion Mad, they arrived at the grand hall at the center of the Lion Tribe, and along the way, the people of the Lion Tribe looked at Ling Feng and Xiong Yan with a surprised expression.
"Ancestor, the person you were waiting for has arrived!" Lion Mad said respectfully.
"Please come in, young friend Ling Feng!" came the voice of Lion Roar: "Lion Mad, prepare the dinner banquet so that our young friend does not feel our Lion Tribe lacks hospitality!"
Lion Mad grumbled a bit unhappy, but the ancestor's authority in the Lion Tribe was supreme, so Lion Mad could only go prepare with a grievance.
"Let's go in!" Ling Feng said to Xiong Yan, and the two of them walked in.
