The moment Dongfang Minghui stepped into the Cass Tribe, her eyes lit up. When she had left all those years ago, the tribe's layout had been extremely simple. The dilapidated huts and belongings everywhere had laid bare its poverty and backwardness. But after so much time, she returned to find that the Cass Tribe had completely overturned her impression of it.
The beastfolk calling to one another and crowding together to watch them all wore clothes and straw sandals now. They were no longer naked as before, with bare toes poking out beneath them. The raised platforms of places like the Combat Arena had been dismantled, yet there were even more onlookers.
She could faintly hear beastfolk calling out to barter with one another. They must have moved the goods traded in the residential area here.
Rows of buildings far better than those shabby huts had appeared, giving her the illusion that she had returned to the Human Race's territory.
Dongfang Minghui looked around curiously as she walked. Behind her, Little Fatty kept nudging her backside to push her forward, bump after bump, utterly relentless. Ding Ding sat atop Little Fatty's broad forehead, enjoying a commanding view. Karu excitedly recounted how Mr. Nangong had devised plans for them and provided more funding to renovate the Cass Tribe during their absence. His words brimmed with praise.
Nangong Yuntian?
She remembered that fellow Seventh Sister had fleeced until he cried. Nangong Yuntian had a first-rate head for business, and Dongfang Minghui did not believe he would make a losing deal. Apart from Seventh Sister, she had never seen anyone avoid coming off worse in his hands.
Such "generous" sponsorship of the Cass Tribe was probably intended to lay the groundwork for expanding the Cloud Pavilion's business among the Beast Tribe.
"Seventh Sister."