Upon hearing Pierre's voice, Winters sat up swiftly.
He originally wanted to invite Little Lion directly into the tent, but the swelling and pain in his eyes reminded him that "currently" was not a good time to receive envoys.
So Winters cleared his throat and responded in a low tone, "Please, Lord Yasin, rest in the guest tent first, and I'll visit shortly."
"Yes!" Pierre answered through the felt curtain, and then his cold voice rang out again, "This way, Lord Yahachi."
Outside the tent, someone grunted discontentedly, and the sound of boots stomping heavily into the muddy water was heard, fading away.
Winters breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, as Winters considered whether to find a helmet first before meeting Little Lion, the previously retreating footsteps suddenly returned rapidly.
In the next moment, Little Lion burst through the door curtain and stormed into the side tent, yelling angrily:
