Setting Off

Uncle Xu Yanwu's spit was practically spraying Lianshan in the face.

Lianshan lowered his head, looking aggrieved.

"There are so many people proposing to Ji Lin now, and you're not even making a move!!"

Xu Yanwu shouted at Lianshan, "Do you still plan on being with Ji Lin or not?!"

"Of course I do, but..."

Lianshan hesitated. "I just want to be a little closer to Ji Lin. Besides, she's the tribe's leader, while I'm only a shaman healer."

"What's wrong with being a shaman healer? Can't you show a little backbone?!"

Xu Yanwu grabbed Lianshan and started dragging him outside, saying as he pulled him along, "We're going to talk things over with Ji Lin right now."

"Brother Xu, isn't this a little inappropriate...?"

Lianshan resisted slightly.

"You're no longer that Lianshan from two years ago who couldn't do anything, who could only lead everyone in fleeing, who merely knew a little medicine."

Xu Yanwu jabbed Lianshan in the chest with his fist. His solid pectorals collided with the fist, producing a dull, heavy thud.

"You're already very strong. Have some confidence in yourself."

"Come on, we're going to find Ji Lin now."

Xu Yanwu dragged Lianshan out the door just like that.

Yet the moment they stepped outside, Xu Yanwu heard a voice fall from high above, trailing out at length.

"Yaaaaaah!!!"

Then Xu Yanwu's vision went dark, and his neck was clamped by two long, slender things.

They even felt soft.

"Today, I'm getting the Yinglong horn! I'm not giving little Ji Lin to anyone else!!"

Xu Yanwu felt several neither-light-nor-heavy taps on his forehead. From the sound alone, he could more or less tell what was going on.

"Danzhu! You're making trouble again!"

Xu Yanwu removed the thing covering his head. It was a woven grass