Ji Hu swallowed and finally managed to find his voice. He began cautiously, "Is, is all this real? Is the Taoyuan Clan really that good?"
Qiu Mo nodded emphatically, "Yes! I wouldn't lie to you!"
Ji Hu's face turned a myriad of colors as he alternated between indecision and distress.
He had the feeling he was overlooking something and, after some time, he found the words to speak, "Weren't you all asking about the Sky Fox Clan? Why are you suddenly interested in the tribal land of the Western Ming Deer Clan?"
Impatient, Qiu Mo nearly yanked Ji Hu's beard, "Didn't I say we have urgent matters with the Western Ming Deer Tribe? Why are you being so long-winded! Do you really know about them or are you just misleading us?"
Ji Hu cried out in pain.
A serious expression on her face, Xi turned to Qiu Mo and said sternly, "Amo, stop messing around, let go of the tribe leader!"
Pouting, Qiu Mo let go of Ji Hu's beard with a light hum.
