He looked at Fang Hong, "Do you understand, little guy?"
Fang Hong shook his head.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. One day, when you become a real man, you'll understand."
The Big Catfolk looked up at the sky, the purple night sky sparkling with the many stars worshipped by Rotao's Wilderness People. But in their ancient legends, every person only had one guardian star that belonged to them.
Which star was his? He never told anyone.
"I killed him four times, and he still wouldn't say. I think he plans to take that answer to the grave."
The Big Catfolk mumbled to himself, not caring if the two others beside him could understand.
Fang Hong and Luo Hao, indeed, didn't understand, only looking at each other in confusion.
But the Big Catfolk had already turned back to the two and said, "If the scouting is about done, let's head back. The night is still long."
Fang Hong could only nod.
