Seeing that he expected no return, the Great Elder felt somewhat embarrassed and coughed lightly, "If you don't mind, we would like to invite you to visit the Lion Tribe."
Right on target.
This was the very phrase Qing Luan had been waiting for.
Only on the surface did he maintain a composed and indifferent demeanor.
With persistent invitations from the Great Elder and Ninth Elder, he reluctantly agreed.
With Qiong Qi dead, not a single beast dared to stay there; they had long since scattered and fled.
The Great Elder and Ninth Elder led the way, Qing Luan followed with an aloof expression, and Little Beast Bai Bai trailed behind, observing this "benefactor" from the back.
Little Beast Bai Bai twitched its nose, feeling that the other's aura seemed somewhat familiar.
Somewhat similar to…
The bedding and quilts on the bed?
