"When we arrived in the Underground World, we had no food, no drink. The only thing we Tauren hadn't given up were the clothes on our back, and the infants in our swaddling clothes. The only thing the Harpy hadn't given up were their eggs." The Tauren elder said passionately, pointing at the Subterranean Natives not too far away. "It was them, these kind-hearted "Stonejaw" Cave Dwellers who helped us, supported us through our trials and hard times, saw us through the worst of hunger and suffering, raised our children, and rejuvenated us."
"What's this about the Eagle-Bull people? As soon as I arrived, I saw them viciously attacking these Cave Dwellers." Liu Zhenhan asked sternly, "You, as an elder, couldn't you restrain their actions? Did you completely forget the history of gratitude?"
The Tauren elder suddenly fell down to Liu Zhenhan's feet, weeping pathetically.
"What's the matter?" Liu Zhenhan helped the Tauren elder up.
