Bai Qianqian stopped in her tracks.
She was no fool, and she understood what Huai Li meant-deliver the meal as usual, without delay. In other words, A Nian would go to the Stele Forest with the food as she always did. Whether Bai Qianqian followed her, and whether Mr. Lu was willing to see her once she arrived, were her own concerns.
The Longbo Tribe had already taken a risk by not driving her out. Pointing her toward the Divine Healer and allowing her to follow A Nian was more than anyone could ask of them.
The rest depended on her own fate.
She turned, intending to bow to Huai Li once more.
But the elderly priestess on the stone platform had already closed her eyes. Her aged face showed no expression; only the faintest of sighs escaped from deep in her throat.
Looking at Huai Li with her eyes closed, Bai Qianqian lightly bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening.
She did not want to cause trouble for anyone, either.
If surrendering herself would satisfy Yan Xiu, she would have accepted it.
But she could not-she was the eldest daughter of the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Clan's chief, its next leader. Yan Xiu wanted more than her alone. He wanted her to offer all of Qingqiu to him in her capacity as clan chief.
If Yan Xiu could behave himself, it might have been a good thing for the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Clan. If it brought benefits to her people, she could endure it. But everyone knew that women who fell into Yan Xiu's hands were no different from prostitutes, bought, sold, and given away at will, then killed once he had finished playing with them!
And among the foxfolk of Qingqiu, male or female, there were no ugly faces.
His intentions