The whole tribe gathered in the center, eyes bright with excitement. Murmurs rose everywhere as figures appeared at the edge of the clearing. All beastmen are returning, some in their tall human forms, others in their majestic beast forms.
Su Qinglan's heart pounded. She stretched her neck, trying to see over the crowd.
At the very front walked a man whose presence seemed to shine brighter than the rest. Tall, broad, and proud—his hair is the same shade as hers, orange in the shade of sunset, giving him a very mature and elegant vibe. His features were sharp and noble.
Su Qinglan froze. She recognized him at once.
Su Mingxuan, the original owner's father.
Even though the memories of the original host were tangled and confusing, his figure had always stood out clearly. The man who had taken care of the original owner… who had carried her when she was small, fed her, and protected her.
