Yan Liqiang's eyes glossed over Sushali's face for a moment, then he extended his arm without a change in facial expression. "Have a seat!"
Both of them sat down in the huge drawing room at the Protectorate General's Office. Yu Qing served some tea, then left the room.
When she was serving tea, Sushali cast a glance at her. Yu Qing met her gaze, but neither of them spoke.
"There are so many people in the Shatu Seven Tribes. Why have they sent you here? Which tribe are you from? Who are you exactly to be representing the Shatu Seven Tribes?" Yan Liqiang asked bluntly.
"I hail from the Dark Razor Tribe. Chief Sultan is my father. I have come on my father's behalf this time, so you have no need to doubt me, Protectorate General. I may be a woman but my words count!"
"Oh, so you are from the Dark Razor Tribe!"
