"Uncle Meng Zhuo, considering your good relationship with my father, perhaps you could have a word with the female from the Watson Tribe. After all, each female usually has many mates, so it's not necessary that she should commit to Meng Tai." Namila looked towards Meng Zhuo who was sat at the head of the table.
Meng Zhuo's face darkened in an instant. Was she saying that the female he had chosen for his son was akin to her - one with many mates? Or insinuating the choice of her mate was insignificant because his son was not an appealing choice?
"That's not an option. That young female doesn't have any mate, and she has sworn in the presence of Lord Beast God. She pledged to become Meng Tai's mate, live with us in the Monte Tribe, and only take Meng Tai as her mate throughout her lifetime."
Meng Zhuo's face was serious as he relayed this, almost as if he were discussing a true incident that had occurred.
