The people of Lanwu Ridge actually regarded them as gods. How laughable. All the suffering in Lanwu Ridge could be said to have been bestowed by the Master Clan. One game had been enough to bury a civilization.
And yet, in the end, they still worshipped them.
Lu Yin understood why Lan Wu would give up his dignity and sacrifice everything to preserve even this tiny spark of humanity. But no matter what, after seeing this scene, he couldn't just leave.
He wanted to see what else Lanwu Ridge had given up.
Lanwu Ridge represented more than just itself. It represented all the humans in the Flowing Camps.
A glimpse of the whole through a small part.
Lu Yin stepped forward and walked over to A Yuan. "I'm your neighbor from next door. I just moved in."
A Yuan blinked, surprised. "My neighbor?"
Lu Yin nodded.
A Yuan's expression suddenly changed, turning gloomy. So that was it. The Yings really had taken in a son-in-law, after all?
Because they had a beautiful daughter, Old Man Ying had said long ago that he would take in a son-in-law instead of letting his daughter marry out. Everyone nearby knew it. Sure enough, it had finally happened.
He sized Lu Yin up. Well, he wasn't exactly handsome, but he was easy on the eyes. And his skin was so good—how could it be that good? The person with the best skin he'd ever seen was that beautiful daughter of the Yings, but even hers couldn't compare to this man's.
Hadn't the teachers at the school said that people from Lanwu Ridge had rough skin from being exposed to the wind all year?
Right, perhaps that was why this man had been chosen as a son-in-law. Old Man Ying's daughter must really like him.