The messenger team from the Thousand Trees Tribe advanced in neat formation, and at the very front strode a middle-aged man and a younger man. Their pace was steady, their posture proud, for they carried with them the will of the Thousand Trees' leader.
The younger one glanced sideways, lowering his voice as he asked curiously:
"Dage, what do you think the leader is planning? Why would he want to take the Moon Lake's lord as his wife?"
The older man, Dap, turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing. "What are you implying, Liding? Do you think the Moon Lord is unworthy of our leader?"
"That's not what I meant!" Liding hurriedly waved his hands, grinning nervously. "Of course the Moon Lord is beautiful, and her strength is nothing to scoff at. It's just… I've heard she's fierce, almost frightening. Some say she once beat several envoys from other tribes half to death when they came seeking marriage alliances."
