"Zhi Li?" a Beastman couldn't help but call out.
Zhi Li followed the voice and looked over, smiling and nodding. "Ah, Fang Ming, you've grown a beard? Is this your grandson? Wow, he looks exactly like your own cub did back in the day..."
This... this... Stunned, everyone crowded around him, and someone even turned and ran to get more people.
Back in the day, Zhi Li had been known throughout the tribe as a powerful and warm-hearted individual. If his parents hadn't arranged his match with Ping Mei when he was young, he might have left the Luoni Tribe long ago to follow a Female Saint elsewhere.
Like Zhi Le, he was righteous and well-liked. Everyone curiously pulled at him, pinching and prodding, feeling his warmth and the softness of his body.
"Is it really Zhi Li? That voice, his looks, and the scent he gives off—it's all Zhi Li!"
