"Patriarch, why did you send her to that place? We finally had a kin who is able to give birth, but you dare to send her to her death!?"
Yin became emotional and burst out right in front of his face.
The Patriarch reeled back, looking tired and exhausted, "Don't blame me. She's the one who wants to go inside. Besides, if she really did have no racial curse plaguing her anymore, then she might finally be able to do it."
"Do what?"
Schleya strode forward, her crimson eyes gleaming with a solemn light, "You have not told us anything."
The Patriarch blinked at Schleya, "But I have told her, and she still decided she wanted to go. Who are you to intervene in the affairs of the clan?"
Schleya clenched her fists. She suppressed the intent to simply draw out her twin curved blades and moved her lips, "I'm her sister, married to the same man. I have all the privilege in the world to ask about her whereabouts and safety."
