"Do you think the chief will listen to you?" Ruan Chanchan ignored the nagging feeling in her head and turned to look at the mer beside her. "I don't think that she likes me much."
"Humph, I don't like her son either, but don't I listen to him when we are out hunting? If she cares for the tribe, she would certainly listen. If she doesn't, then it has nothing to do with us. We did our best to save the tribe from starving. Didn't we? At most, I will look around and see if there is any other tribe that can take us in. We cannot let the foolishness of this tribe kill us all," remarked Ruan Zeqiu with a scoff.
This tribe had never given him any warmth; if anything, it had only become a place for him to fight different kinds of battles every day, with them trying to target his sister all the time. If not for the fact that this place was where he and his sister were born, he wouldn't have stayed here for so long.
