The girl was dressed in a light-blue gown, her jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her slender figure curved in all the right places. Even someone like Nie Yun, who had seen countless beauties, could not help but feel a flash of amazement at the sight of her.
But it was no more than amazement. He felt nothing else. Though she was beautiful, she still fell far short of Luo Qingcheng and the others.
It meant nothing to him, but it was different for everyone else in the Qing Shan Tribe. Wolf-like howls rang out, and every young man in the tribe had his eyes shining.
During the Bonfire Festival, everyone was equal; not even the chieftain could interfere. Wan'er usually dressed like a boy and never adorned herself. Her sudden change in style today was simply too overwhelming for these people.
"Stop howling like idiots! What if you frighten Wan'er? Wan'er..."
Amid the screaming crowd, a young man stood up, rebuked everyone, and walked toward Wan'er. The feelings in his eyes were plain for all to see.
The others seemed to admire this young man greatly. They howled a few more times but said nothing else.
"This is Luo Ba, the strongest among the younger generation of our Qing Shan Tribe!"
The chieftain explained with a smile. Judging by his beaming face, he seemed very satisfied with Luo Ba.
From his interactions with him during the day, Nie Yun had learned that this chieftain was strongly chauvinistic. No matter how formidable his granddaughter was, she was still a woman and would have to marry sooner or later. Being able to marry the strongest man in the tribe was undoubtedly the best choice.
"Wan'er, may I ask you for a dance?"
Ignoring the crowd's whistles and shouts, Luo Ba's