As the ritual ceremony concluded, Luna Sutton felt relieved and quickly stepped down.
The beastmen and females present stood up, no longer kneeling.
Lyle Sutton strode up to the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the beastmen and females below, his voice booming like thunder: "Starting today, all the females in the tribe should work hard these two days to weave as many baskets and rattan boxes as possible for carrying and storing salt. This task will be arranged by Cynthia, and the more, the better."
Luna Sutton was about to sneak back to sleep when she was suddenly named, causing her to stop in her tracks, feeling helpless.
Just as she was about to refuse, she caught a glimpse of Mia's indignant expression.
The refusal that was about to slip out was swallowed back down.
She looked at Lyle Sutton with a smile and said, "Don't worry, Father, I will complete the task and organize the tribe's females to weave more baskets and rattan boxes."
