Mo Ning's sweat-damp hair was still plastered to her cheeks, but the confusion in her eyes had gradually faded. After hearing silver's words, she said with a deathly pale face:
"Great shaman, I was wrong. Please don't strip me of it."
Yunxi was in a hurry to understand the situation and had no desire to waste time at all. With a direct sweep of her sleeve, she sent the person out of the stone house. As for what the other party would encounter afterward, that had nothing to do with her. After all, toward people with crooked hearts, she had never been soft-handed.
Shuo and silver did not dare offer even half a word of objection to Yunxi's actions. Both sat quietly in their chairs, not daring to speak rashly. They could tell that this Beast God Messenger before them clearly did not have some kindly temperament.
Through Mo Ning's memories, Yunxi had already gained an understanding of the current state of the Beast World Continent, so she simply spoke.
"Silver, when did Mo Ning's ancestors come to the Golden Python Tribe?"
Silver thought for a moment before replying:
"It seems to have been over a thousand years ago. Mo Ning is the third generation of their line."
After hearing this, Yunxi continued asking:
"Was Mo Ning's ancestor a female brought back from outside by beastmen?"
"Yes."
"Mo Ning's ancestors taught you planting and animal husbandry, guided the beastmen in how to build houses, and increased your chances of survival, didn't they?"
"Yes."
"It was also Mo Ning's ancestor who proposed that females should not have to endure the pain of the Sacred Lake transforming their bodies, right? She must have said females should accept males' protection, serve well as support, and shoulder the responsibility of bearing cubs, correct?"
Silver's