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Although Winters could now move freely, Erhulan still accompanied him, even more inseparably than before.
"I am willing to talk with you in this felt tent," Erhulan said, her expression somewhat sad, "The people in the camp, sigh, they don't want to listen to me, they don't need to listen to me."
The herdsmen had already taken their herds and dispersed, probably because the pasture could only accommodate a limited number of livestock spirits.
However, the camp was still operational, with many people, tents, and herds left behind; they were all Erhulan's private property.
The legitimate wife of White Lion and her children had died in the war years ago, and the children at his knee were still young.
As the sister of White Lion, it was natural for Erhulan to manage a portion of the old camp. White Lion doted on his sister, giving her many subjects, servants, and herds.
So Erhulan was indeed the mistress of this camp.
