Even if the mix-up were to be discovered later on, she wouldn't have anything to do with it. The blame lay on Uncle Tian and his presumptions.
Yao Tang's gaze followed the direction that Uncle Tian was pointing, and her lips slowly curled upward.
He tensed up after seeing that, eager to pry some information based on the changes in her expression.
As per the tribe's rules, these patterns were carved into the members' minds since childhood. Even a newborn kid would recognize them.
They represented their great and mighty Lord, after all.
Uncle Tian was banking on this fact when he pointed the necklace out to Yao Tang. Even if she turned out to be a traitor in the end, he still wanted to verify her background.
"Of course, I recognize it," Yao Tang said.
As a matter of fact, in the small cottage in the valley where she grew up, there was a massive pile of these bracelets just sitting in the corner.
