It gave off an unreal feeling.
Seeing Lorrey return, Fang Hao also relaxed a bit.
In these past few days, Anjia kept saying that Lorrey was not good at riding and could fall to her death, or she could fall into a river since she wasn't very tall and couldn't touch the bottom.
Fang Hao started to worry, tormenting himself with the idea that Lorrey could encounter some danger on the way.
Now that she had returned safely, his apprehensive heart settled down.
His gaze fell again on the elderly Blackfoot Cat.
The elderly Blackfoot Cat, about 1.3 to 1.4 meters in height, wore a grayish linen attire and had a tree-root walking stick in his hand.
It looked like he was the clan leader of the Blackfoot Cat Tribe.
"Good, you're back safely. Make yourself comfortable," Fang Hao also settled himself comfortably in his seat.
The two rose to their feet.
The old man carefully sat down on a chair.
