"Ancestors witness! Clan chief, Uncle! You're really letting Yu Yan and Chi Yan, your two nieces, go warm the bed of that little brat from the Crow family?!"
"...What else? Send you, Bage?"
"Uh! Uncle, that's not what I mean! It's just... it's just that the two nieces are suffering too much of a wrong!"
"Mm... What? Bage, I, the clan chief and head of this family, haven't said anything, yet you're the one who can't bear it?..."
"Uncle! For the clan... the nieces... sigh!... It hurts me!..."
Night was dim, the river rushed in torrents. A thin mist rose over the sea, and the village songs were mournful and tender, as if drifting among the clouds. Pinpricks of firelight answered the starry night in the vault of heaven, glowing along the desolate coast like fireflies flown to the end of the world. Fireflies danced with starlight, night fog joined waves with the vast sea, and slowly shrouded the small Tin River Stockade. The thousands of Feather Clan people also gradually sank into silence, leaving only small patrols of Samurai flickering in and out of sight within the sea mist.
The light and shadow of heaven and earth turned with the sun and moon, while the joys and sorrows of the human world crossed paths within time. After this night of grief, joy, shock, and anger, and after old Feather had urged him to drink plenty of wine, Little Crow Xiteweiwei was already muddle-headed and barely conscious, supported and half-carried into the bedroom by two Feather girls.
After old Feather Penguari arranged all of this, he staggered up onto the stockade wall, put on the feather crown of an honored noble, donned the sacrificial robes with butterfly patterns, and gazed toward his homeland in the south. His nephew Peng Bage