After more than four years, Lei Jin found himself pregnant again. Once the initial shock and anger passed, he quickly accepted reality. He knew full well that he bore a large share of the responsibility for this. Accustomed to being pampered in bed, he rarely took the initiative to top unless particularly aroused, usually indulging the other three’s whims. Believing himself infertile, he had been reckless every time, never stopping until thoroughly satisfied. Now, here he was—two little tenants had taken up residence without his notice, and these new occupants were anything but well-behaved.  

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At just over three months along, he vomited everything he ate, as if trying to expel his very organs. Fortunately, years of travel had toughened his body, so the relentless nausea didn’t break him. Still, gallivanting across the land was out of the question now.  

The werebeasts who usually accompanied Lei Jin on his journeys found themselves disinterested this year without him. Lei Jin had always been their leader—they simply followed orders. Without him, they felt rudderless. Besides, after years of exploration, their wanderlust had dulled somewhat.  

“Boss, how are you holding up?” Taking advantage of a free day, five or six werebeasts came to visit, bearing gifts—including a large jar of yogurt made from their own cattle. Milk, whether from cows, goats, or deer, had been unknown to the tribe until recent domestication efforts. Though less sweet than fruit juices, dairy products had a richer texture. Roger had taught them to make yogurt, milk tablets, and cheese for preservation. While many still disliked the taste, Lei Jin, craving sour foods during pregnancy, enjoyed it.  

“What’s the big deal? It’s just pregnancy. Not like it’s my first time.” Lei Jin’s tone was breezy, earning silent admiration from his visitors. That’s our boss—unflappable as ever. Their initial discomfort at the news had stemmed from the cognitive dissonance: they knew Lei Jin was female, but his fierce personality made it hard to reconcile him with the image of a delicate, sheltered mate. The pregnancy announcement had been a stark reminder: Oh right, boss is actually a female.

Unbeknownst to them, Lei Jin had just finished vomiting his breakfast before their arrival, lying limp as a wilted weed until Mingya helped him sit up and feign composure.  

Mindful of Lei Jin’s fatigue, Mingya soon ushered the group out to admire their newly built waterwheel. Many of these werebeasts were around Mingya’s age, some even sharing his birth year. Having eaten Lei Jin’s cooking often, they held him in high regard and obligingly followed Mingya’s lead.  

Xiya returned with a fresh meal to find Lei Jin slumped in a chair, listless. He tucked a cushion behind Lei Jin’s back and prepared to feed him.  

“Don’t. I can manage.” Lei Jin straightened slightly.  

“You said you wanted chestnut chicken and lamb yesterday. It’s still warm—try it.” Xiya handed him chopsticks. The table held generous portions of carrot-lamb stew, chestnut chicken, pickled beans, quail eggs, and a pot of vegetable porridge. Xiya ladled some out, blowing on it to cool.  

“There’s too much. Eat with me.”  

Xiya pushed the porridge toward him. “It’s barely midmorning—I’m not hungry yet. Have some porridge first. Plenty of veggies in it.” Though early spring limited fresh produce, last year’s stores—potatoes, onions, cabbage, celery, peppers, cilantro, and more—kept the porridge hearty.  

“Daddy.” Grapes entered, setting down his medicine kit.  

“Perfect. Join me.”  

Grapes washed his hands and sat beside Lei Jin.  

Xiya asked about his studies while serving him porridge.  

Lei Jin peeled quail eggs into Grapes’ bowl. At nine, Grapes already reached his chest but remained slender.  

“Daddy, that’s enough.” Grapes pouted, basking in rare paternal affection—his brothers certainly didn’t get such treatment. He adored his daddy, who, unlike typical homemakers, taught them far more and he hoped to become someone like him when he grew up—even if his daddy could be a bit irresponsible and ridiculous at times (a sentiment from Uncle Chunji and Grandpa, not him).  

“What’s so funny?” Lei Jin eyed his smirking son.  

“Daddy, I miss Bubbles.” The Berg-Lan family had visited last spring—almost a year ago now.  

“Good timing. Roger mentioned visiting the Tiger Tribe after the market. Let’s all go—see Berg and the others.” Berg and Lan Qi now had three children, though Lei Jin still favored Bubbles.  

“No. You’ll be heavily pregnant by then—possibly due. It’s too far.” Xiya vetoed firmly. This matter could not be left to Lei Jin’s whims.

“Idleness is worse. I want to see Roger’s project—his years-long endeavor.” Lei Jin compromised, “We can split the group, some leaving early, others after the market.”

Reluctantly, Xiya yielded—he too was curious about Roger’s work.  

The plan was finalized: An Bu, An Sen, Roger, Xiya, and Lei Jin would depart with the children in early spring; Moya and Mingya would follow later. By then, Lei Jin’s pregnancy would be stable at five months, his debilitating nausea having subsided around the fourth month.  

Spring buds dotted the grasslands, but lingering cold brought light snows. Well-bundled, they traveled leisurely for Lei Jin’s sake.  

A month and a half later, they reached the Tiger Tribe without incident—save for Apple’s heart-stopping disappearance.  

At four and a half, Apple was still a milk-toothed cub. One rest stop, he insisted on napping in a tree. With An Sen and An Luo hunting, Roger and Xiya cleaning the cave, Lei Jin followed Apples, worried about leaving him alone. He had just dozed a bit below, only to wake and find him gone. Panic set in—this was wild territory. An Luo eventually retrieved him alongside two mauled saber-tooth beasts. A furious Lei Jin thrashed the filthy cub and no one was able to stop him.  

Sobbing, Apple clung to Lei Jin’s leg, his ruby eye wet with grievance. “Daddy, their eyes kept moving—I couldn’t sleep!”  

What the hell, I don’t see you open your eyes at home other than during meal times. And since when were you so light-sensitive? Lei Jin fumed. Wild beasts’ eyes glowed at night—should they shut them for your comfort?  

Roger interceded, “Some werebeasts are hyper-alert to even distant gazes—a survival trait. Apple’s too young to control it.”  

Lei Jin relented but warned against future escapades—or else he’d prop Apple’s eyelids open with sticks. The threat worked wonders.  

In the Tiger Tribe, Kun Ge’s family was packing for the Leopard Tribe’s market when news of Lei Jin’s arrival spread.  

Thanks to Lei Jin, intertribe relations had flourished. They entered unchallenged, greeted warmly. Someone even went ahead to relay his arrival.

Jing Ping, now bonded and moved out, had freed up three rooms: Roger and the dads took one; Lei Jin and Grapes another; Xiya roomed with the three furballs.  

Dinner brought Jing Ping and Jing Yue’s expanded family. Jing Yue had a new cub and Jing Ping had a new female child.

Lei Jin even came across a subdued Rong Chuan, who’d adopted a three-legged orphaned tiger cub with Jing Tang. The family of three were also doing well.

Moya and the others had also handled the tribal affairs and rushed over at the end of April. By then, Roger’s rock paintings were already underway, the pigments freshly red. Everyone had divided the tasks, aiming only to convey meaning rather than achieve perfect likeness. Besides, even if they had wanted meticulous detail, none of them had the skill for it. Berg and Lan Qi, visiting for the first time, found it all novel and joined in. Berg, now carrying his fourth child, had a slightly rounded belly. When he and Lei Jin met, they exchanged taunts, though in their current states, neither could claim to be more imposing than the other.  

Roger took the opportunity to add some information about the Merfolk Tribe. Lei Jin overheard him muttering that the merfolks of the sea were vastly different from the land-dwelling werebeasts, both in social structure and species evolution, though the reason for this was unclear.  

“If only that crystal space sealed in the forbidden land hadn’t been destroyed,” Roger sighed again. Had it remained intact, many mysteries might have been traced to their origins.  

“You’re still hung up on that?” That space had been accidentally destroyed by the four of them, sinking forever to the bottom of the lake. Roger had searched but found no clues.  

“There were so many things inside—you could’ve at least brought something out.” But it was too late now. Roger mixed the pigments and resumed painting.  

“Out with the old, in with the new,” Lei Jin patted his shoulder in consolation, though his expression betrayed a lack of sincerity.  

Roger felt a sudden clarity. Perhaps it was true—wasn’t the essence of life simply birth, death, and rebirth? This world had been reborn, so why cling to what had already been destroyed? They were now creating another history, one they were actively part of. He had lost himself in the maze of the past. Often, the simplest truths were the closest to reality, and in this regard, he had to admit Lei Jin surpassed him.  

But he would never say that out loud—otherwise, this man’s arrogance would know no bounds.  

After nearly two months of work, they finally completed the paintings Roger had outlined.  

Surveying the half-valley of rock art, Roger felt something was still missing. He turned to Lei Jin. “Why don’t you leave something for modern people?”  

“You mean… people in the future could see this?” Lei Jin found it hard to believe.  

“Most likely.” He was eighty to ninety percent certain these paintings would survive into the modern era.  

A mischievous grin spread across Lei Jin’s face. “How about we leave them a doomsday prophecy?”  

“Brilliant idea.” Roger, also a playful type, brightened at the suggestion. “We’ll start with a few things that have already happened, then end with the prophecy. That’ll make it more convincing.”  

Lei Jin eyed him in surprise before slinging an arm over his shoulder, laughing. “Roger, you’ve been hiding your devious side well. I never realized you had such a knack for trouble.”  

Roger rolled his eyes, refusing to engage in banter.  

Once they’d settled on the plan, Lei Jin called over Pomelo and Orange to give them a chance to contribute. “Come here, boys. I’ll dictate, and you write.”  

When they finished, Lei Jin’s face darkened. These were no proper characters—just crooked, illegible scribbles.  

“Daddy, paws aren’t good for writing,” Orange waved his ink-stained, furry paw.  

Roger, however, burst out laughing. “Perfect! Let future people struggle to decipher these mysterious writings.”  

In the modern era, the three-year archaeological excavation was nearing its end. Joey clutched a pocket watch—this was where Roger had vanished over two years ago. The watch had been retrieved from a Chinese man, and it was unmistakably the one he had given Roger years ago, engraved with Roger’s initials. But where had Roger gone? Later, when he tried to track down the Chinese man for more details, he learned the man had gone missing at sea.  

A wave of unrestrained exclamations erupted from the depths of the cave.  

“What happened?” Joey stopped a young man emerging from the site.  

The young man, still buzzing with excitement, exclaimed, “A major discovery! We found a stone slab with inscriptions—proof that those werebeasts had developed their own writing! This could help us understand their history and maybe solve the mystery of their disappearance. This could rewrite history as we know it!”  

“That day will never come,” Joey said coolly.  

True to his words, the findings were classified for reasons unknown in the following years. Only a handful of people knew the truth, and it was never disclosed to the public. Yet, the doomsday prophecy gradually leaked out.  

Meanwhile, in the Leopard Tribe.  

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Tian Qi draped a coat over his shoulders and found Chunji still sitting in the yard.  

“Master… Roger and Lei Jin went to that place, didn’t they?” Chunji’s eyes were hidden beneath his long bangs.  

“Timing-wise, it should be about right. Stop overthinking it. Go to bed—we’ve got herbs to dry tomorrow.” Tian Qi yawned and turned to leave.  

“Master?” Chunji called after him.  

“Damn kid, can’t it wait till morning?” Tian Qi feigned annoyance.  

“Master… To put it nicely, we’re the guardians of the new world. But really, we’re just the ones left behind, aren’t we?” Burdened with an eternal secret.  

“I despise this bloodline. I hope it ends with me.” It should have perished long ago.  

“Is that why you refuse to modify your body or bear children with werebeasts?”  

“Yes.” In the dark, it was easier to face one’s heart.  

“If that’s your choice, I won’t stop you.”  

Xiya took the three little ones to the lake for a bath. Mingya splashed in after them, while Grapes sat in a corner whispering to Bubbles.  

Moya pulled Lei Jin away from Roger and guided him to a sun-warmed rock by the lake. Kissing the corner of his mouth, he asked, “Any discomfort in your belly today?” Given Lei Jin’s eight-month pregnancy, it was natural to be cautious.  

“It’s not that punctual.” Aside from the weight, he felt nothing unusual.  

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No sooner had he spoken than Lei Jin clutched his stomach, face paling as he slumped against Moya.  

“Lei Jin! What’s wrong?”  

“This time… seems right on schedule,” Lei Jin managed a weak joke.  

Moya wasn’t laughing. Shouting for the others, he scooped Lei Jin into his arms and hurried off.  

“Daddy—!”  

“Lei Jin—!”  

A whole crowd followed behind.  

What a lively family.

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When Lei Jin and Mingya left home, the grasslands were still partially covered in snow, and they were bundled in thick winter clothes. The further south they traveled, the warmer it became. They shed layers along the way, and by the time they flew beyond the grasslands a month later, they had switched to light summer cotton tunics.  

The weather had been particularly bad these past few days—gusty winds followed by sudden downpours. The group pressed on with little rest. Seeing that everyone was exhausted, the leader of the Feather Tribe, Nan Xin, called for an early stop before dusk at a clean water source near the border of the grasslands and forests. The terrain was flat and open, ideal for camping. The Feather Tribe, accustomed to life on the move, worked efficiently—pitching tents, gathering firewood, lighting bonfires, hunting, and cooking—all in seamless coordination.  

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Lei Jin was inside Nan Xin’s tent, sorting medicinal herbs, when he spotted Mingya returning with the hunters, their haul slung over their shoulders.  

Seeing Lei Jin, Mingya grinned and waved before heading to the river with the others to clean the game.  

“What an adorable boy,” Nan Xin remarked. Older than An Sen and the others, he treated Lei Jin and Mingya like little children.  

“His son is even more adorable,” Lei Jin replied, his expression softening at the thought of his children. They had left while the little ones were still asleep to avoid tearful goodbyes. He wondered if they had thrown tantrums upon waking, but with so many family members around, he wasn’t too worried.  

Life at home—gathering for meals, drinking, farming, hunting, playing with the kids—was undeniably warm and peaceful. But Lei Jin couldn’t deny that being cooped up in one place with nothing to do had stifled him. People needed to get out, broaden their horizons, and discover new things. Like now—they had already found carrot and tomato seeds on their journey, as well as an oil fruit that prevented chapped hands when applied.  

Nan Xin had stayed with Lei Jin’s family last year and knew all the children. He admired Lei Jin’s straightforward nature, so he wasn’t surprised by the unabashed praise for his own kids. Those little ones were plump and fair-skinned—mischievous, yes, but not at all annoying.  

“Those two little devils, Pomelo and Orange—I still can’t tell them apart.”  

“They just need a good spanking,” Lei Jin muttered. At seven years old combined, they still loved swapping identities. He worried their future partners wouldn’t be able to tell them apart either.  

“Grapes is much better,” Chaoyu, sitting to Lei Jin’s right, added softly.  

Lei Jin, familiar with him by now, flicked his forehead playfully. “Kid, don’t get any ideas about my son.”  

Chaoyu puffed his cheeks but didn’t dare argue, thinking to himself, why is Grapes’ dad so violent when all the other female uncles in the tribe are so gentle? At least Grapes doesn’t take after him.  

Another poor soul fooled by Grapes’ sweet facade.  

Nan Xin watched their banter without interfering. Chaoyu was bright, quick to learn medicine, and dutiful—but having lost his parents young, he had grown quiet and withdrawn. Lei Jin’s teasing had drawn him out, making him more expressive.  

“Chief, Lei Jin, dinner’s ready,” someone called from outside.  

“Let’s eat. I’m starving,” Nan Xin said, ushering them out.  

Apart from Lei Jin, the group consisted entirely of werebeasts. Initially, they had only accepted Lei Jin because their chief agreed, and because his mate was the future chief of the Leopard Tribe—a political courtesy. But after seeing Mingya’s hunting prowess and Lei Jin’s uncomplaining resilience, they genuinely warmed up to them.  

Lei Jin also noticed the shift—from polite distance to genuine camaraderie.  

“Lei Jin, try the roasted pork skin—just came off the fire, still crispy!” A tribesman handed him a large, glistening piece.  

Lei Jin accepted it with a smile, settling onto a grass mat to join the lively conversation. Lately, the humid heat had made the cooks add excessive amounts of chili and lemon to the food—sour and spicy, a torture on the stomach. Since everyone else endured it, Lei Jin bore it silently.  

Noticing he hadn’t eaten much, Mingya magically produced a bowl of fish soup back in their tent.  

“How did you make this?” Lei Jin asked. The Feather Tribe had designated cooks, and he hadn’t wanted to trouble them with special requests.  

“Caught some small fish, cleaned them, added water, and dropped in heated river stones. The soup cooks itself.”  

“Mingya, you’re getting smarter.” Lei Jin rewarded him with a loud kiss on the forehead. They shared the soup, its rich aroma lingering as the stones kept it warm.  

“I’m on night watch,” Mingya said afterward. The tribe scattered insect-repelling herbs around the camp, assigning shifts.  

“Come back early. If you see anything strange, call for help—don’t charge in alone like an idiot.” Lei Jin straightened Mingya’s collar as he sat on the fur bedding.  

“En.” Mingya hugged him, secured the tent flap, and took a deep breath of the damp air. He was glad Lei Jin had chosen to bring him this time.  

Further south lay dense jungles—stiflingly hot, with leaves dripping moisture even when it wasn’t raining. Deep inside was a small village of about a dozen households, a familiar stop for the Feather Tribe to resupply. While the others busied themselves with gathering and preparing herbs, Lei Jin and Mingya joined the villagers, painting their faces and arms red to hunt crocodiles in the swamps. They learned to trap poisonous blue frogs—their venom could paralyze an elephant-sized beast but was harmless to humans. They also discovered umbrella trees—cut branches tossed into water sprouted broad, rain-sheltering canopies overnight.  

One type of mushroom, when mature, grew over two meters tall. Its tough cap, impervious to animal teeth, made a perfect cradle for babies—ventilated and dry. Lei Jin desperately wanted to take a few home, but they were too bulky.  

Beyond the jungle, the terrain rose into highlands, the air cooling into autumn-like crispness. A towering mountain range divided the land—deserts to the east, sparse grasslands to the west, dotted with strange carvings on boulders.  

By the fifth month, they reached the southernmost tip of the continent—a wintry landscape surrounded by sea, floating ice drifting on the waves. Contrary to Lei Jin’s expectations, it wasn’t a frozen wasteland. Rivers gushed from the mountains, feeding into the ocean, while towering trees and diverse wildlife thrived. The perpetually overcast skies didn’t hinder the werebeasts’ vision. The Feather Tribe gathered medicinal materials from cliffs, shores, and beaches, while Mingya hunted animals with exceptionally warm pelts.  

The return journey was quicker. Though they still collected herbs, they now knew where to look, saving time. Even so, by the time they returned to the Leopard Tribe, autumn had arrived. The Feather Tribe made a brief stop before continuing northward.  

The children, having missed Lei Jin for half a year, clung to him the moment he returned.  

Xiya and Moya noticed Lei Jin had lost weight but seemed brighter, more alive. They understood—he had been stifled at home. Lei Jin wasn’t the type to stay confined, raising kids and cooking. They didn’t want to restrain him either. As long as he was happy, they would support him.  

That year’s Moon Sacrifice Festival saw Xiya succeed An Bu as the new Leopard Tribe chief.  

Roger invented a blowpipe using the poison frog venom Lei Jin and Mingya had brought back, allowing hunters to ambush dangerous beasts from a distance, reducing close-combat casualties.  

Over the next two years, Lei Jin traveled frequently with the Feather Tribe—sometimes accompanied by Mingya, sometimes Moya. Xiya, as chief, couldn’t leave.  

Their footprints covered much of the eastern continent. Lei Jin’s expeditions consistently brought back valuable resources, and gradually, more tribesmen joined, swelling their ranks. Before long, Lei Jin found himself back in a leadership role, surrounded by followers and admirers.  

In the tenth year, Lei Jin left home in summer and returned in winter, this time with Moya. Upon entering the tribe, guards informed them Xiya was injured. Lei Jin’s heart lurched—as chief, Xiya led from the front, and Lei Jin had always feared this would happen.  

“Xiya!” Lei Jin jumped off Moya’s back and burst through the door.  

“Dad! Daddy!” Grapes called.  

“You’re back?” Xiya sat on the bed, smiling as nine-year-old Grapes changed his bandages.  

“Where are you hurt?” Lei Jin patted Grapes’ head and sat beside Xiya.  

“Just a scratch on the stomach,” Xiya downplayed it, squeezing Lei Jin’s hand.  

“Are you sure?” Moya stepped forward to check.  

“Really, I just got medicated. Don’t undo it.” Xiya feigned exasperation, his spirits high. “Ask Grapes.”  

“Yeah, Dad, Eldest Dad’s almost healed,” Grapes chimed in, catching Xiya’s cue and grabbing Moya’s arm.  

Moya relented with a faint smile. “Good. Where are Papa, Dads, and the kids?”  

Xiya filled him in.  

After unpacking, Moya asked, “I’m going to cook, Brother, Lei Jin, Grapes, what do you want for dinner?”  

“Pork bone soup with yam, and big dumplings,” Xiya said without hesitation. He had monopolized Lei Jin long enough.  

“Got it. Lei Jin, stay with Xiya.” Moya smiled good-naturedly.

“Dad, I’ll help with the fire.”

“Okay, come on.”

Watching them leave, Xiya dropped his act, leaning heavily against Lei Jin with a groan.  

“Does it hurt?” Lei Jin ruffled his hair gently.  

“Lei Jin… I don’t want to be chief anymore.”  

Lei Jin blinked. “Why? What happened?” Were things that serious that he didn’t even want to be chief?

“You’re all gone, and I’m stuck here alone. It’s boring.” Xiya pouted.  

Lei Jin nearly choked. This was the reason? A nearly thirty-year-old man whining like a child—without a shred of shame.  

“Are you sure?”  

Xiya buried his face in Lei Jin’s shoulder, then sighed. “Never mind. Just kidding.” He didn’t fear danger—it was the empty house, the lonely bed that wore him down. But as the eldest, protecting the family was his duty. He didn’t crave power, but he refused to let anyone else command him or harm his family. The thought steeled his resolve.  

“Let me think about it. Rest now. I’ll wake you for dinner.” Lei Jin cupped his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips.  

The room was warm. As Xiya drifted off, his brows slightly furrowed from pain, an idea took shape in Lei Jin’s mind.  

“Lei Jin, you want to be chief?” Mingya, shelling walnuts for the kids, nearly dropped one. It wasn’t his fault for being shocked—no female had ever held that position.  

“Don’t joke. Even if you want it, I’m not stepping down,” Xiya said firmly, handing his empty medicine bowl to Moya. He knew Lei Jin’s suggestion was for his sake.  

Moya stayed silent, seemingly considering the feasibility.  

“Moya, you’re not actually agreeing, are you?”  

“Maybe we could try.”  

“No.” Letting Lei Jin lead hunts would only endanger him.  

“Let me finish,” Lei Jin cut in impatiently, startling even Apple, who paused mid-bite.  

“After thinking it over, I’m the best candidate. The chief’s position stays in the family, and none of you will be tied down here, unable to go out.” Like Xiya, he refused to relinquish power to outsiders.  

“But what about you?” Xiya asked.  

“Eldest Brother, do you really think the tribe would let a female lead hunts?” Moya pointed out. Xiya’s concern had blinded him to the obvious.  

“So Lei Jin would be chief in name, but we’d take turns leading hunts?”  

“We can help too.” Footsteps approached as An Sen, An Lo, An Bu and Roger entered.  

“Dad, Papa, what brings you here?” Mingya and Grapes made space.  

Roger checked Xiya’s injury first. “Lei Jin mentioned his idea earlier. I think it’s a good one.” Females in the tribe, once pampered and passive, had grown stronger and stood straighter—now handling half the farming work while the males hunted. If Lei Jin proposed becoming chief, the females would rally behind him.  

Lei Jin had earned respect—defending the tribe, introducing new crops, improving diets, fostering alliances…  

“Wait, when you list it like that, I have done a lot,” Lei Jin mused. “My plan was to negotiate first. If that fails, we’ll ‘reason’ with them one by one.” As for how the reasoning would go, it depended on their attitude.

Roger rolled his eyes. “Reasoning with your fists, you mean.”  

Werebeasts revered strength. An Sen and the others, though older, still relished the thrill of leading and protecting their people. They supported Lei Jin’s idea—if the kids weren’t around, they would step up.  

As Roger predicted, the females were ecstatic at the news. The werebeasts who had followed Lei Jin on his expeditions naturally backed him, as did those who remembered his contributions. A few proud werebeasts resisted, but with six werebeasts in Lei Jin’s family—including two chiefs—they thought twice before challenging him.  

That year’s Moon Sacrifice Festival saw Lei Jin become the Leopard Tribe’s first female chief.  

During the inauguration, tradition required the new chief to be anointed with oils and pigments by the tribe’s priest. For male chiefs, this meant wearing only shorts to display strength and devotion. But for a female, stripping in winter was unthinkable. The old priest compromised—Lei Jin would wear a single layer. Although a female chief didn’t need to lead hunts, that didn’t mean they could be weak enough to fall over from a single wind. This was accepted by everyone.

Lei Jin saw no issue. A little cold wouldn’t kill him.

But he severely underestimated the tribe’s enthusiasm.  

The rule was simple: supporters anointed the chief; abstainers didn’t. He knew he had majority support, but the sea of faces at the temple stunned him. Had anyone stayed home? Even Jia Nuo, his longtime rival, smeared his face with ash-laced lard, humming cheerfully as he left.  

Lei Jin clenched his fists and endured three hours of being touched by nearly four thousand people. Secretly, he felt that he had lost out a lot.

When the last person finished, Xiya rushed to carry him down. Lei Jin’s lips were blue, his body stiff with cold. Mingya had prepared hot water at home, and Moya helped him change, rubbing warmth into his limbs before settling him into the bath.  

Exhausted, Lei Jin still had to oversee the ceremony that night as chief. By the time it ended and he returned home, he vomited everything he ate during the late-night ceremony.  

Grapes examined him with a strange expression.  

“Grapes, what’s wrong with your daddy?” Moya asked.  

“I haven’t learned this yet. We should call my master.” Grapes scratched his head. The pulse readings suggested…  

Fortunately, Xiya hadn’t relied solely on their son who was still a child. He had already fetched Tian Qi.  

Tian Qi had just returned home after sitting a while with the old priest when Xiya arrived to drag him over. Chunji followed them.

After diagnosing, Tian Qi smiled cryptically at the anxious family.  

“Am I pregnant?” Lei Jin asked calmly, though he had suspected. Apple was over four, and after years without conception, he had assumed it wouldn’t happen again.  

“Three months along. Given the dual pulse patterns, you’re likely carrying both a female and a werebeast.”  

Lei Jin’s gaze turned icy as he glared at the three men. “Who. Did. This?”  

All three wiped their brows and stepped back in unison. How would we know if you don’t? But grins crept onto their faces. Whoever’s it was, the children were still theirs.  

Pomelo and Orange peeked through the doorframe, tails touching in silent celebration as they communicated through their twin bond. We’re getting two little brothers soon.

Apple, sprawled on the floor, stretched before suddenly realizing what was happening. He leaped onto the bed, nuzzling Lei Jin’s belly excitedly.  

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“Daddy! Daddy! Am I gonna be a big brother too?”  

The family collectively admired Apple’s fearless, self-sacrificing spirit.  

Lei Jin sighed, pulling him close. “Yes. But not for five months. Quiet down.”  

News spread quickly. The new chief, pregnant with twins right after taking office? What a prosperous omen for the tribe.

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Lei Jin drank a lot that night, but he had a good alcohol tolerance, so it didn’t affect him much.

“Come, drink some watermelon juice, I just made it.” Moya reached down and took the person leaning on the bed in his arms.

Lei Jin was indeed a little thirsty, so he drank half a cup in one breath with Moya’s hand.

“Not going to drink anymore?” Moya looked at his half-closed eyes and drowsy appearance, and his heart softened. It had been more than six years since they first met, and their child Grapes was almost five years old. No matter where he was, he always thought about this person. It seemed that that fact would be difficult to change in this lifetime.

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“Have you taken a shower?” Moya saw that he was only wearing a single tunic, and his skin was faintly scented with the fragrance of plants and trees.

“I just took a shower with Mingya.” Lei Jin leaned into his arms and said with a little more energy, “How is Roger?”

Moya drank the remaining watermelon juice in his hand, put the bamboo cup aside, took off their clothes, hugged him and lay down. He covered them with a quilt, and replied, “I don’t know.” His dad carried his papa back to the house, it wasn’t like he could follow.

“Do you believe Roger is really drunk?” Roger’s alcohol tolerance was not so bad before.

Moya chuckled, “Papa said he’s drunk, so he’s drunk.”

Lei Jin pinched his high nose bridge. “You are really getting more and more cunning.” Although his eyes were not as good as those of the werebeasts, when An Bu picked up Roger, Roger’s hands were tightly grasping the clothes of AnBuu’s back, and he could see it clearly. Moya was also there at the time.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” Moya sniffed at his neck.

“What do you want to do?” Lei Jin was alert.

“Since you’re not sleepy, let’s do something fun.”

“If you want to do it, do it yourself. I won’t accompany you.” Lei Jin yawned and turned over.

“Then I’ll do it myself.” Moya kissed his bare shoulders, grabbed Lei Jin’s left leg and put it on the crook of his arm. He then reached down and touched his entrance, bending two fingers and inserting them, before finally thrusting in from behind.

“Ngh…” After so many years of bed activities, Lei Jin’s body had long been accustomed to being penetrated, and his inner walls had become extremely sensitive, especially after returning from the Sacred Lake. Even without the jade mugwort’s lubrication, there was no longer any discomfort. The warm and moist little hole tightly wrapped around the hard object that slammed in, and Moya felt as if he was about to melt inside him.

As Moya’s snapping hips increased in pace, the wet slapping sound of hips against plump buttocks became more and more obvious. Lei Jin panted and actively thrusted his hips backwards, taking the whole thick and hot hard member into his body, his entrance swallowing and contracting.

“Moya, hurry up, I’m sleepy… ah…” He was sleepy, but Moya still didn’t come.

“Soon.” Moya increased his speed and thrusted in and out of him a few dozen more times.

Then hot liquid squirted against his inner walls. Lei Jin tilted his head and leaned back against Moya, finally falling asleep, feeling satisfied and content.

“You’re only docile when you’re asleep.” Moya hugged the person in front of him and did not pull out his cock, enjoying the afterglow of passion.

In the middle of the night, Lei Jin woke up from a full bladder. When he moved, he found that Moya’s cock was still in him. He relaxed his body, reached behind to hold the thing and pulled it out. He felt empty inside for a while, but he couldn’t care about this now. Going to the toilet was more important.

“It’s so late, where are you going?” When he moved, Moya woke up.

“Toilet, where else can I go?” Lei Jin pushed him away, jumped off the bed, and his legs wobbled immediately.

Moya grabbed him in time, stretched out his hand to pull over his coat and helped him put it on, “The weather is cold, wear some clothes before going out next time.”

Lei Jin hummed, gathered his clothes around him, and rushed out.

Moya saw his hurry and knew that he must’ve drank a lot tonight.

After relieving himself he felt much better. Now it was autumn, and the weather was indeed much cooler. Crickets were chirping in the bushes, and groups of fireflies could be seen, flashing by. An Bu’s room was the one on the east side. The beads in the room had not been drawn yet. The window was half open, and there were intermittent sounds flowing out, low and not very clear. “It’s so late, and the two haven’t finished talking yet? They are really talkative.” Lei Jin rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, there was a “crash” in the room, and something broke.

Lei Jin was shocked, “They wouldn’t get into a fist fight over a disagreement, would they?” Although the possibility of An Bu hitting Roger was zero, the possibility of Roger hitting An Bu still existed. He was cautious and planned to sneak over to see the situation.

When he came to the window and saw clearly, he couldn’t help by laughing silently. They really were “fighting”, but this fighting method was the good kind. In his opinion, it was the best way to enhance feelings.

At this time, Roger was lying naked on the table in the room, with his legs spread apart and hooked on An Bu’s shoulders. Roger’s skin was white and smooth, and the purple-red marks all over his body were particularly obvious. It looked like they had been going at it for a while.

Under the table, the water pitcher was broken and water was spilled all over the floor.

An Bu’s movements were very intense. Roger was pushed back and forth on the table by his movements, and finally had to hold onto the corners of the table with both hands, his head tilted back, and hanging off the edge of the table.

“Ah… Bu…” An Bu slammed forward vigorously, and Roger suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes slightly red. From his position, he was facing Lei Jin outside the window.

Lei Jin flashed his white teeth in a generous and friendly grin, he might as well have been greeting him aloud.

After more than 20 years, he was together with Roger again. An Bu had long lost control and the most basic vigilance of a werebeast. He didn’t notice Lei Jin standing outside the window at all. He just felt Roger’s hole suddenly tighten, which nearly had him coming right then and there, and he thrust several times rapidly and deeply.

“An Bu’s physical strength is really good. Roger will be enjoying it a lot in the future.” Lei Jin secretly praised, and as he turned around, he saw An Bu’s next move from the corner of his eye, hugging Roger and pressing him to his crotch.

At the same time, Lei Jin’s mouth was covered and he was carried away directly.

“Why did you come out?” After walking a distance, Lei Jin opened his arms and hooked them around the neck of the person carrying him.

“You didn’t come back for so long, I thought you fell asleep outside.” Moya replied. This had actually happened before. Lei Jin could fall asleep anywhere when he was drunk. But this time, when he went out, he saw a certain someone standing in front of his dad’s window, shamelessly peeking, looking so endearingly brazen and shameless.

The next day, Xiya made breakfast. There were freshly cooked white fat eggplant meat buns, soft and glutinous rice porridge, braised tofu shreds, dried fish, and two stir-fried green vegetable dishes. An Bu came out to pour water, said hello and went back inside. Roger didn’t come out. After eating, the werebeasts went to work. Moya sent the grapes to Chunji. Xiya took the three little guys and announced that he was going outside to teach them hunting. 

Recently, the fresh peppers in the field have been harvested and dried. They couldn’t eat all of it so other than making a part into pepper sauce, Lei Jin wanted to try to store it fresh. If successful, there would be fresh vegetables to eat in winter.

“Why is there so much sand at home?” Su Rui came to visit.

“I thought about burying the leftover peppers to see if they could be preserved.” Lei Jin stopped what he was doing and invited him into the house.

“I just came to see the children and made Grapes an autumn outfit so he could try it out to see if it fits.” Su Rui looked around and asked, “Where’s Roger? Why is he gone so early in the morning? Did he go to the shop?”

“No, Mingya went to the shop today, but the children are out and won’t be back until noon.” Su Rui was older, and Qi Luo had no children, so he put all his enthusiasm into these four children.

Lei Jin chatted with him for a while, when An Bu half-carried Roger out. Seeing that there were other people in the house, Roger pushed An Bu’s hand away calmly, but Su Rui had already seen it.

After the past grudges were resolved and they reconciled, An Bu no longer concealed his concern for Roger and insisted on helping him sit down. After greeting the other two, he asked Roger, “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it.”

“Just heat up anything. I’m not very hungry.” Roger’s tone was quite gentle.

“I’ll make some bread and broth, okay?”

Roger’s expression was slightly surprised, and then he was a little moved. He nodded quickly. Bread and broth were not very rare for his family now, but this was the first meal that An Bu made for him back then. He actually still remembered it.

“Wait for me.”

There was still some porridge and rice in the pot. An Bu heated it up and brought a bowl to Roger to fill his stomach first.

Lei Jin had seen more intimate things than this last night, so he was naturally not surprised by this scene. Su Rui, though, saw their interaction and asked softly, “Have the two of you reconciled?” He saw clearly what happened back then, and how good the relationship between the two was. No one expected that their relationship would turn out like that. Now that there was such a result, everyone was happy for them.

“We’re just making do with it.” Roger said lightly. Lei Jin’s casual attitude towards life made him think a lot, and his previous resentment and grudges faded. He began to think that maybe he could be an ordinary friend with An Bu. After all, they had known each other for so many years. What made him change his mind completely was two years ago, when An Bu was seriously injured and he saw that person lying on the bed, nearly dying. He had no choice but to face his heart. He had never really let that person go. In front of the matter of life and death, other things were less important.

Zhu Xi came to him once and told him the agreement they made that year to raise Mura and watch Mura hold his ceremony, and then they would separate.

When An Bu was unconscious, he stayed by his side, but when he woke up, he left by himself. Later, Mura and Xia Wei held their ceremony, and then Zhu Xi took the initiative to leave. However, Lei Jin disappeared at that time, and Xiya and the others were in a very low mood. When he said that Lei Jin might have returned to the modern world it was just to stabilize the children. In fact, the real thought in his heart was that Lei Jin was in trouble. With the family in such a state, he had no time to think about his own and An Bu’s affairs.

Fortunately, Lei Jin returned safely in the end, but An Bu’s body had not recovered, and things ended up being dragged on until today. Just like An Luo said, Moya had grown up, what were they still procrastinating for.

Although his words seemed cold, the joy lifting the corners of his lips and eyebrows did not diminish a bit. How could Lei Jin not understand what he truly meant? Recalling the situation last night, he secretly rolled his eyes in his heart: Looking at your cold and indifferent appearance, who would have thought that you would even use the trick of seduction? You pretended to be drunk last night and it really worked. An Bu indeed went obediently into your trap.

Roger raised his eyes and glanced at him, obviously still holding a grudge for his peeping last night.

Lei Jin was very sensible. He immediately smiled and said to Roger, “How about I tell you about the forbidden land?” After he came back and told Roger about it, Roger was obviously very interested and had asked him more than once.

Roger snorted lightly, and could do nothing against Lei Jin’s smile.

The grassland in autumn was rich in medicinal herbs. The people of the Feather Tribe flew here from a long distance and planned to stay in the tribe for a few days. In the past, such things were handled by An Bu, and Lei Jin was not unaware of it. This time, it was left to Xiya.

Xiya arranged them in an empty house in the tribe. After one of the younger children from the Feather Tribe came to his house once, he awkwardly proposed to stay in their house. Lei Jin was amused when he saw this little guy. He recognized him immediately—the child named Chaoyu who he met next to the forbidden land. In any case, they had many empty rooms at home, so Lei Jin didn’t mind. In this way, the chief of the Feather Tribe brought Chaoyu to stay over.

Chaoyu clearly liked Grapes very much, but he didn’t know how to talk to him. Instead, he liked to go back and forth in the yard to turn over and dry the herbs he just picked. Grapes had gradually improved in his studies with Chunji and Tian Qi, and had learned a lot of basic herbs. When he saw that Chaoyu had picked so many, he would take the initiative to say a few words. Chaoyu didn’t show it on his face, but turning around he would smile like a little idiot for a long time.

In late autumn of this year, An Bu and Roger made up their ceremony with the support of their whole families. There were not many such precedents in the tribe, but they were also not unique.

Mura still called An Bu dad affectionately while holding An Bu’s arm, and called Roger uncle. Zhu Xi also came, smiling from beginning to end without any loss of composure.

Only close friends were invited to the evening gathering. Lei Jin came over to toast and nudged An Bu with his elbow. He was sentimental for once. “It’s been a hard journey for the two of you.”

An Bu’s smile was much brighter than before. Looking at Roger who was talking to An Sen and An Luo, he said seriously, “I never regretted meeting him.”

Lei Jin wanted to laugh, but he didn’t know why he didn’t.

“I believe they treat you the same way.” An Bu continued.

Lei Jin nodded seriously, “That’s for sure.” He was full of confidence.

An Bu laughed at this straightforward character. Chunji came up to toast, and Lei Jin knew they had something to say, so he left with an excuse.

The party couldn’t be dispersed for a while. He was not the protagonist tonight, so Lei Jin took a jar of wine and continued to drink out on the tree. Mingya followed closely and climbed up and sat next to him.

“Mingya is also grown up now.” Lei Jin pinched his face, the little guy who cried at every turn.

“You are the female that Mingya picked up. Mingya will always protect you.” Mingya licked his lips, which still smelled of wine.

Lei Jin relaxed his body and leaned against his embrace.

“Mingya’s female?”

“En?” Lei Jin acknowledged this title for the first time.

“I like you.”

“En.”

The two fell asleep on the tree. When everyone finally dispersed, Moya searched for a long time before finding them.

“Come down, I’ll catch you.” Moya opened his arms under the tree.

Lei Jin did not hesitate and jumped into his arms. He trusted that Moya would catch him. Mingya jumped down easily.

“Come and help.” Xiya called for help.

The four little guys were making a fuss and didn’t want to sleep earlier, and now they were too sleepy to move. Xiya held Grapes in his left arm and Apple in his right arm, while Pomelo and Orange hung on each of his legs.

Mingya ran over and picked up Pomelo and Orange.

“Ol’ Dad, I’m so sleepy.” Pomelo grinned in Mingya’s arms, revealing his newly grown sharp teeth.

“Let’s all go back to the house and sleep.”

Xiya, Moya and Mingya all knew at this moment that the person in their arms was their entire world.

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That night, the whole family slept in one bed. Fortunately, the bed was really big enough.

When winter came, the people of Feather Tribe left. Some of them would go further south next spring, and Lei Jin suggested going out with them.

In the spring of the seventh year, An Bu and Roger went to the Sacred Lake, and Lei Jin took Mingya and followed the Feather Tribe to the south of this continent.

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On the spring grasslands, the flowers changed every twenty days or so, keeping the fields in constant bloom. After returning from the Sacred Lake, Lei Jin and the others took a short break before the werebeasts busied themselves with planting and hunting. Lei Jin and Roger took over Ivey’s general store, renovated it, and reopened it with new additions to their inventory—soap, tofu, sauces, wind chimes, whale oil, and even bath powder made by Mura and baby strollers and carts crafted by Jia He. The windowsills were lined with candies and pastries, attracting a steady stream of children and keeping the place lively.  

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This year’s Leopard Tribe market was bustling. Le Ping came with his two sons, Qinghe and his family, and Jing Yue and his entire family also joined in. Hearing that Lei Jin and the others had held their ceremony, they brought piles of gifts. Now that the house was bigger, everyone could fit inside, making for a lively gathering.  

“This house is so spacious,” Hao Chen remarked. While the others had gone to the market, he stayed behind to rest after the long journey. Lei Jin volunteered to keep him company.  

“Papa, if you like it, you should visit more often. Look, I have plenty of rooms.” Lei Jin handed him a cup of lotus root starch paste.  

“Of course! This is my son’s home, after all.” Hao Chen cradled Apple in his arms, smiling warmly.  

“Papa, let me take Apple. He’s too heavy.” Thanks to the family’s efforts, Apple’s weight had stabilized, though his appetite remained voracious, making it hard to slim him down.  

“It’s fine. I love big Apple. This is my first time seeing him—he’s so adorable. I’ve been wanting to visit ever since I heard you had a child last autumn.” Hao Chen patted Apple’s back as he slept, then sipped the lukewarm lotus paste. “It’s delicious. Is this made from the lotus roots in the pond?”  

“Yeah, Papa. If you like it, take some home. We have seeds too—you can dig a pond like this and grow them yourselves.” Lei Jin pulled up a chair beside him.  

“No need. The Tiger Tribe isn’t like the Leopard Tribe. We don’t have much water in the mountains.” Hao Chen declined with a smile.  

“Then just send word whenever you want some. I’ll deliver it to you.”  

Hao Chen had always known Xiya and the others doted on Lei Jin, but he had worried that having three werebeast mates would be exhausting for him. Seeing them get along so well now, his concerns finally eased. Noticing Maidong and Grapes playing on the swing by the pond, he asked, “Any news from the Sacred Lake?”  

Lei Jin chuckled. “It’s been over two months since we got back, and nothing yet.” With four kids already, he had no desire for more.  

Hao Chen adjusted Apple in his arms. “You’re just different from others. Most come back from the Sacred Lake pregnant, but you? Nothing. But you’re still young—there’s no rush.”  

“Papa, I already have four,” Lei Jin reminded him.  

Hao Chen chided, “The more children, the better. Who complains about having too many?”  

I do. I’m the one who suffers, Lei Jin thought but kept it to himself, knowing Hao Chen wouldn’t listen. He let the older man ramble on, enjoying the familial warmth despite the nagging.  

Qinghe and Le Ping left after the market, while Hao Chen stayed until early summer before returning to the Tiger Tribe.  

Apple was two months shy of his first birthday. Other werebeast babies his age were already running, jumping, and talking fluently, but Apple could only roll around and say a handful of words: eat, sleep, daddy, dad, brother, granddad, grandpa—barely enough to count on two hands.  

As the weather grew hotter, Grapes, Pomelo, and Orange loved napping under the lotus leaves. Every year, a few peculiar leaves appeared in the pond—flat, enormous, and buoyant, with edges slightly curled. They were over a meter in diameter and could easily support even Lei Jin’s weight.  

Watching his brothers swim over, Apple waved his little paws eagerly, calling, “Brother… Brother…”  

Pomelo climbed onto a leaf first, shaking his head. “No, no. We can’t carry you.” Normally, they could drag him around, but in the water? They didn’t dare risk it—Ol’ Dad’s slaps were no joke.  

“Apple wants to go over?” Lei Jin stepped out of the house after a cold shower, wearing only pants.  

“Daddy!” Apple stretched out his paws excitedly.  

A mischievous glint flashed in Lei Jin’s eyes. Happy to oblige, he picked Apple up and plopped him onto the leaf.  

Apple, out of habit, rolled—and tragedy struck.  

Splash!

“Ol’ Dad! Youngest Brother fell in!” Orange yelped, watching Lei Jin jump in after him.  

“Daddy, Youngest Brother’s in the water!” Grapes called when Lei Jin didn’t immediately fish him out.  

“It’s fine.” Lei Jin wasn’t worried. Only when Apple started flailing did he casually scoop him up and place him back on the leaf.  

Apple coughed up water, barely recovering before Lei Jin—still in the pond—kicked the leaf’s stem. The leaf tilted, sending Apple tumbling back in. After letting him struggle a bit, Lei Jin fished him out, only to toss him back in.  

After ten days of this, Apple still hadn’t learned to walk—but miraculously, he had learned to swim, and quite swiftly at that. Eventually, the moment Lei Jin kicked him in, Apple would paddle frantically for shore, knowing that if his ol’ dad caught him, he’d be thrown right back. Xiya and the others ached for their son but couldn’t argue—Apple needed a push, and they lacked the heart to do it themselves.  

As long as he moved, progress was possible. If he could swim, walking couldn’t be far off. With a mix of food bribes and tough love, poor Apple finally learned to walk just before his first birthday.  

Lei Jin basked in his triumph—one less worry.  

Now, if only Roger and An Bu could reconcile, the family would truly be complete.  

“What’s on your mind?” Xiya climbed into bed after his bath, pulling back the covers.  

Lei Jin swatted his wandering hands away, propping a pillow behind his back and stretching his legs against the wall. “What’s going on with Roger and An Bu?”  

Xiya stole the pillow, settling his head on Lei Jin’s lap instead. “Why bring this up now?” Papa had never relented, and the family could only watch helplessly—some things couldn’t be forced.  

Lei Jin adjusted his legs for comfort. “Seeing them at the store every day is painful.” There was clearly still love between them, and An Bu was single now. Why couldn’t they just get back together?  

Xiya frowned, recalling, “I remember bits from childhood. Papa and Uncle An Bu were happy together back then. Then suddenly, they split. Uncle An Bu had his ceremony with Uncle Zhu Xi. The day Moya was born, I was the one who fetched An Bu. He held Papa and cried. After Moya was born, he rarely visited. That’s all I know.”  

Lei Jin mused, “Weird. Moya was theirs, so why did having a child drive them apart?”  

“What are you planning?” Xiya looked up, sensing Lei Jin’s restlessness—he’d been itching to meddle in everything lately.  

“Any way to get them back together? Would your dads mind?”  

Xiya laced their fingers together. “Dad and Dad An Luo adore Papa. If Papa’s happy, they’ll agree. They never objected back then.” Then, shifting tone, he added, “But don’t use your “Apple tactics”. If things go south, there’s no fixing it. The fact that Papa and Uncle An Bu can share a meal now is progress.” Before, Papa would never stay long anywhere Uncle An Bu showed up.

Lei Jin patted his head smugly. “I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”  

Xiya glanced at Apple who was a whole size smaller now snoozing in his crib and thought, Yeah, right. He got up, dimmed the room’s glowstones, and dragged Lei Jin down, pinning him with a nip to the chin. “We’ll discuss this after Moya’s hunting party returns. Now, sleep with me.”  

“Be gentle…”  

“En, I know…”  

The full moon cast silvery light through the window, the night alive with their mingled breaths.  

At the store, when a customer came for tofu, Roger went to assist while Lei Jin whispered to An Bu, “Why not just go for it? Roger’s too stubborn—this’ll take forever.”  

An Bu smiled gently, nudging him away. “Don’t be mischievous.” The past had taught him patience. After all these years, just being near Roger was enough.  

“I’m not your son.” So don’t treat me like a child.

“But you’re my son’s mate,” An Bu countered lightly with a smile.  

Roger handed over the tofu in exchange for a pheasant. The customer eyed Lei Jin and An Bu. “Lei Jin and Chief have a very good relationship.”  

Recently, they’d been huddled together often, whispering who knows what—though Roger definitely wasn’t curious.  

Two weeks later, Moya’s hunting party returned safely, bringing another joy—Chunji declared An Bu fully healed. Lei Jin proposed a celebration. Xiya and the others cooked up a feast—cold dishes, hot dishes, meats, vegetables—all laid out by the pond, where lotus blossoms perfumed the air.  

“Such a rare reunion calls for drinks,” An Sen declared, gazing at the full table—his brothers, his mate, his grown children with families of their own.  

Lei Jin had been prepared. Hearing this he pulled a jug from under the table.  

The others also nodded in agreement, and Lei Jin poured. Roger sniffed, frowning. “Not fruit wine—liquor?”  

“Fruit wine’s bland. If we’re drinking, let’s do it right. I traded hard for this from Ivey.” Ivey rarely drank himself and most of his stock ended up being bartered away by Lei Jin.  

The kids had honey water. Grapes sat on Mingya’s lap, while Pomelo, Orange, and Apple ate in beast form from dishes on the floor as it was most comfortable.  

Laughter and chatter stretched late into the night. By the time they disbanded, the moon hung high. Roger, having drunk the most, was slumped over the table, nearly asleep.  

An Sen and the others cleared the table while Lei Jin took the kids to bathe. An Bu nudged Roger. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ll catch cold.”  

Roger lifted his head blearily, blinking at An Bu. “…Bu?”  

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The old nickname froze An Bu in place. Across the room, An Sen paused, glancing at An Luo before smiling at An Bu. “Roger’s drunk. We’ll just stay here tonight. Take him to your room.”  

“Brother An Sen…”  

“Brother An Bu, Moya’s grown.” So many years had passed—it was time to resolve things.  

An Bu nodded and scooped Roger into his arms.

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In this ancient world, the ocean depths were much like the land, divided into numerous tribes. The most prominent among them were the Merfolk and Siren Tribes. The eastern continent served as a boundary—the territory east of it belonged to the Merfolk Tribe, while the west was ruled by the Sirens. The two races coexisted without conflict, though interactions between them were sparse.  

Within the Merfolk Tribe, there were countless smaller tribes, each distinguished by subtle differences, the most obvious being the color of their tails. The ruling class among them were known as the Royal Merfolks, whose tails were the same deep blue as the ocean itself.  

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The Royal Merfolks were few in number—less than a thousand in total. Yet, they possessed the most formidable power among all merfolks. Their mighty tails could effortlessly crush even the fiercest of tiger sharks. A year after birth, Royal Merfolks could freely shift between legs and tails. With legs, they gained the ability to survive on land and gather precious white sand fruit from islands—something other merfolks could not do until adulthood, and only after bonding with a mate. However, Royal Merfolks had one fatal flaw: their fertility was exceptionally low. The stronger their abilities, the worse it became. For the most powerful among them—the King—the chance of producing offspring was practically zero.  

In stark contrast stood another renowned race in the merfolk world—the Golden Merfolks. Three hundred years ago, every member of the Golden Merfolk Tribe possessed a magnificent golden tail. They were the darlings of the sea god, blessed with unparalleled beauty and the strongest reproductive capabilities. In most tribes, females were scarce, and even the most fertile could bear only three or four children in their lifetime. But Golden Merfolks typically produced five or six, with the most robust among them bearing eight, ten, or even more. If that wasn’t enough to set them apart, they had one more trait no other merfolk tribe could claim: Golden Merfolk males, like their female counterparts, possessed the same reproductive abilities—sometimes even stronger.  

Yet, possessing such gifts without the power to protect them was a curse in itself. Over nearly two centuries, the Golden Merfolks were brutally plundered by other races, reduced to mere tools for breeding. But their bloodline was precious—only by mating within their own tribe could they produce pureblood Golden Merfolks with golden hair, golden eyes, and golden tails. Offspring from unions with other races invariably carried mixed traits, and purebloods became increasingly rare. While mixed-blood female merfolks retained relatively strong fertility, the males almost entirely lost their reproductive abilities. Generation after generation, the Golden Merfolk traits dwindled, pushing the race toward extinction.  

About a hundred years ago, a pureblood Golden Merfolk bore the King’s child, leading to a pact between the Golden Merfolks and the Royal Merfolks. Every five years, the Golden Merfolks would offer ten purebloods as tribute in exchange for the Royal Merfolks’ protection.  

After the agreement, scattered remnants of the Golden Merfolk bloodline gathered and embarked on a long migration, eventually settling in a bay not far from the Tiger Tribe’s territory. The area was beautiful, with a mild climate and islands abundant with white sand fruit trees—a fruit highly valued by merfolks for its healing properties, ability to enhance constitution, and most importantly, its role in ensuring safe childbirth for pregnant females and newborns.  

Fifteen-year-old Berg was the treasured son of Lance, the chief of the Golden Merfolk tribe. Lance was a rare pureblood Golden Merfolk, but Berg had not been so fortunate—he was merely a weak, mixed-blood merfolk with pale, faintly golden hair and a large blue tail that matched his eyes. Though his tail was shapely and long, in the Golden Merfolk tribe, bloodline was everything.  

Berg had never known his papa. His dad told him he had long ago dissolved into seawater under the sunlight. While he regretted never meeting him, he wasn’t overly sad—his dad doted on him, fulfilling his every whim.  

“Qingning, do you want to go for a walk?” Berg lounged lazily on the beach, his blue tail flicking water droplets into the air. He squinted at his betrothed, the female merfolk Qingning.  

The most obvious difference between male and female merfolks was the latter’s chest—female merfolks had two soft mounds that, after childbirth, could produce milk to nurture their young. Females were scarce in the Golden Merfolk tribe, but as the chief’s son—even a mixed-blood one—finding a mate had been easy for Berg. Qingning, slightly older than him, had grown up by his side. She had golden hair, green eyes, and a beautiful golden tail tinged with green at the tip. Her bloodline wasn’t pure enough to qualify as tribute but was still considered excellent in a tribe where pureblood males had vanished and pureblood females were exceedingly rare.  

“Where do you want to go?” Qingning toyed with the seashell hanging from his neck, tilting her head toward him.  

“Not sure. Just wandering, clearing my mind.” Lately, he’d been irritable. His uncle and cousin were pressuring him relentlessly, and he was sick of dealing with them.  

“Alright. After my sister leaves, though. You know how chaotic my family is right now.” At the mention of her sister, Qingning’s eyes dimmed. Another five-year cycle had come, and her sister was among this year’s tributes. Most tributes met tragic fates—respected in their tribe, they were reduced to mere breeding tools among the Royal Merfolks, forced to submit to any who desired them. Worse, her sister already had a male she loved.  

“Don’t be too upset. Once our tribe grows stronger, we won’t need to offer tributes to those Royal Merfolks anymore.” Berg was angry too, but he knew he couldn’t contribute to the tribe’s strength. He was just a weak mixed-blood, reliant on his dad’s protection. If he left, maybe his dad wouldn’t have to keep compromising with his uncle.  

Qingning forced a smile. “That’ll be hard.” The Royal Merfolks ruled the entire eastern sea. Breaking free wouldn’t be easy.  

Berg scratched his head. “I know. But let’s focus on the good things. I’ll catch some cod for you.”  

Qingning laughed. “Sure. We’ll stock up for the journey.”  

Berg nodded. “Good idea.”  

But Berg’s plans were shattered seven days later.  

“Dad, where’s Qingning?” He couldn’t believe it. The tributes had left yesterday, and when he went to find her today, her family said she had been sent as a replacement.  

“Her sister threatened to kill herself rather than go. She’d rather be exiled to the Abyssal Sea with the one she loves.”  

“But why Qingning? There are others with purer bloodlines!”  

“There are. But it was her sister’s fault. Why should others pay for her family’s mistakes?” Lance sat sternly, his expression cold. His only concern was protecting his son. As for the rest, he was powerless. His brother and nephew were watching like hawks—they had demanded Qingning as the replacement, and he couldn’t refuse.  

“But Dad, Qingning is my future mate!”  

“Uncle, is Cousin Berg unhappy about Qingning being sent?” Berg’s cousin, Zisang, had golden hair, golden eyes, and a large, pale-yellow tail. His bloodline was nearly pure, but since his tail wasn’t fully golden, he lacked reproductive abilities and thus wasn’t eligible for tribute. Still, his lineage made him the next in line for chief.  

“Don’t touch me.” Berg twisted away. He knew exactly how much his cousin despised him beneath that pleasant facade. In the Merfolk Tribe, the chief’s position was hereditary, but as a mixed-blood, Berg had lost his eligibility. His uncle and cousin had been pressuring his father to step down.  

Zisang’s hand hung in the air, his smile turning icy. Pathetic half-breed.  

“When did you arrive, Zisang? Sit here.” Lance gestured politely to a seat beside him.  

Zisang gave an elegant bow and sat without courtesy, glancing at Berg’s furious face. “No need to be angry, little cousin. Once I’m chief, I’ll find you a mate with a purer bloodline.”  

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Berg gritted his teeth, itching to punch him despite knowing he’d lose. Lance gave a slight shake of his head.  

Three months later, those who had accompanied the tributes returned with news—Qingning had caught the King’s eye and been kept by his side.  

The entire Merfolk Tribe knew their King’s name.  

Lan Qi.

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He wasn’t sure if the water of the Sacred Lake really had miraculous effects, or if he had adapted to their unusual size. In short, in the past ten days, Lei Jin had not felt any discomfort. He could eat and sleep, and he could chase pheasants, hunt rabbits, dig wild vegetables, and pick fruits all over the hillside. And this was considering the fact that the number of times they had done it just these few days exceeded the total of the previous two months!

Since the first time with Moya in the water that day, Lei Jin found that one’s libido in the Sacred Lake was particularly strong and difficult to control. He was entangled with three leopards for most of the night last night, and then he also had another round with Xiya in the cave before going out today.

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Many species near the Sacred Lake were rarely seen in the outside world. They carefully picked what they could eat. Today, he and Mingya went to the snowy top mountain to pick rock fruits. This kind of fruit was very useful for replenishing physical strength. When he went to the forbidden land, it was all due to the rock fruits left by Moya that he had made it on the road alone. This kind of fruit was hard to find outside, but here in the Sacred Lake, it could be seen everywhere. On the way down the mountain, he even found some mushrooms he had eaten before in the woods.

Although Mingya was very fast, Lei Jin was still frozen from the cold. The moment they returned from the mountain he jumped into the Sacred Lake, put his arms on the driftwood, and soaked for a long time before coming out. It would be a pity not to take a sunbath in such good sunlight. In the past, there were other people and children at home, so he restrained himself. But there were no outsiders here, so he could sunbathe as he wanted.

Lei Jin used a stone to break the hard skin of the rock fruit. Hearing Mingya also come out of the water, he raised his hand to grab two and stuffed them into his mouth.

“I wonder what Grapes and the others are doing at home now?” As soon as he saw the food, he thought of the little ones at home. Lei Jin wanted to say something more, but then he felt something itchy against his exposed thighs. He turned around and saw that it was Mingya who pressed his head on him.

“Dads, Papa and Brother Qi Luo will take care of the children.” Mingya opened his mouth and his hot breath blew on Lei Jin’s bare legs.

Lei Jin hummed. Originally he intended to push him away, but his legs opened slightly against his will, exposing his most private parts to the sight of the silver leopard behind him.

“Lei Jin?” Mingya was a little bit disbelieving. Was Lei Jin inviting him? Although that was his intention earlier.

Lei Jin glared at him impatiently. Does this kind of thing need more expression?

Mingya got the hint, and spread the buttocks in front of him with his two paws. The small opening was more clearly displayed in front of him. Because it had just been fucked hard by his eldest brother, the opening was not closed very tightly, and the pink flesh inside could be seen a little.

Mingya, tempted, lowered his head and nibbled Lei Jin’s lower back with his sharp teeth, swirling his hot tongue around the entrance of his hole, which tasted like Sacred Lake water.

Lei Jin’s body trembled. The ice and snow on the surface of the rock fruit in his hand melted, but this little coolness was far from relieving the heat in his body. Without waiting for urging, he soon felt his buttocks being pulled apart more, and Mingya’s tongue pushed in, filling the emptiness.

“Ngh…” Lei Jin moaned in pleasure.

The two had done it so many times, Mingya knew how to please Lei Jin and make him feel good. He twisted his tongue, rubbing against the inner walls and licking everywhere inside.

“Ah…” Lei Jin lay on the thick grass, his knees slightly bent. His back dipped, raising his buttocks, and welcomed the licking inside deeper.

“Mmph…” Mingya patted his buttocks, which were clamped too tightly that his tongue had a hard time pulling out.

The pleasure was too intense, Lei Jin forced himself to slightly loosen the entrance to his hole, and felt Mingya’s tongue pulling out and thrusting in again.

“Ngh, Mingya, be good, faster, faster, ah… lick me… ah…”

Lei Jin’s back dipped as far as it would go. Mingya’s whole head was buried between his cheeks, his thick tongue imitating the in and out movements of their lovemaking, fucking in and out fiercely. The stimulation got stronger and stronger each time, making Lei Jin completely let go and shout and moan loudly.

The crow hid among the leaves, carefully covering its head with its wings, its heart beating non-stop. The voice of this female was too tempting. Didn’t he see that Mingya’s lower half was hard and dripping in the water? Such a big size, he was going to be in for a good ravishing later.

“Ungh… Mingya…”

Mingya hugged Lei Jin’s waist and lifted him up, his two paws passing through his thighs and touching Lei Jin’s front, rubbing it.

Lei Jin, being stroked from the front and back, came before long and thick white cum splattered on the grass beneath his body.

Still, Mingya’s tongue did not pull out.

The crow on the tree couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Mingya would definitely get beaten, he would definitely get beaten!

After just experiencing an orgasm, Lei Jin’s mind was blank as he lay bonelessly on the ground. Mingya bit open a rock fruit and spit out the hard outer skin before pushing it into his slightly gaping hole.

Feeling the invasion of a foreign object, Lei Jin instinctively contracted and resisted, only to end up swallowing it into his body directly.

“Mingya…” Lei Jin gritted his teeth and turned over. He wanted to jump up and beat the person behind him. He had to be taught a good lesson. Learning bad things at such a young age, he really needed to be taught a lesson!

But as soon as he moved, the rock fruit in his body pressed against a sensitive area and his waist instantly became jelly. His whole body fell back, his limbs wide open, and he was unable to move for a while.

Mingya nibbled his neck, pressed his paws on those perky buttocks, and said innocently, “The rock fruit was eaten.”

He must have done it on purpose! Lei Jin clenched his fists and thought angrily.

Mingya’s hot member rubbed against the inside of his thighs, eager to be inside. The next moment, his buttocks were spread wide open again, and the leopard’s hard and hot member pushed right in.

Lei Jin gasped heavily, and his hole tightened, squeezing the thick and hot hard cock tightly.

“Lei Jin… You feel so good inside… I like you the most…” Mingya licked Lei Jin’s back and sighed with satisfaction. As soon as the lower half of the leopard pressed up closely against Lei Jin’s buttocks he began to thrust violently.

“Ngh… ah…” The pleasure was so great that Lei Jin could hardly breathe.

As Mingya thrust in and out fiercely, the rock fruit was also pushed deeper.

This feeling of being played with was terrible, but the body betrayed reason and he felt the strange pleasure radiating across his senses.

The bodies of a man and a leopard entangled passionately together, their flesh slapping against each other, engaging in the most primitive of acts. Lei Jin was panting and screaming, while Mingya’s attention was all on the female he deeply possessed in his arms. No one noticed that on a tree not far away, a crow had blood dripping from its nose, its eyes shining as it fell down headfirst. Wings struggled to flap twice but failed and it lay on the ground for a long time unable to get up.

After finishing, both of them were a little reluctant for it to end so soon.

Lei Jin half leaned on the tree trunk, his legs bent, and pressed Mingya’s head between them. Mingya obediently serviced him with his mouth once. Finally, he licked the corner of his mouth and swallowed all of Lei Jin’s cum.

“Lei Jin, let me do it again. I want it.” Mingya blinked his big dewy eyes and acted coquettishly.

“I’ll do it this time, you lie down.”

Mingya tucked his tail and jumped up, shocked, “Are you going to come in this time?” The last time Lei Jin entered, although it was not very painful and there was pleasure, the feeling of being invaded was still strange.

But if Lei Jin insisted, he… he would agree.

“Come on then.” Mingya turned around and lay on the ground, head down, tail raised high.

“I’m not interested in you like this.” Lei Jin raised his leg and kicked him on the buttocks. He was not perverted enough to fuck a leopard.

Mingya was relieved when he heard this, and smiled and turned over and lay down.

Lei Jin stood up with the help of the tree trunk and sat astride Mingya’s abdomen.

“Close your eyes.” Lei Jin’s skin was thick, but he was a little embarrassed being stared at by Mingya like this.

Mingya closed his big eyes obediently.

Lei Jin held Mingya’s hardness with one hand, and with the other hand he spread his hole, raised his waist, and inserted the tip. His insides were wet and moist from being eaten out and he actually swallowed down Mingya’s cock in one slide.

This position allowed Mingya to penetrate extremely deep. Lei Jin frowned and adjusted for a while, then slowly twisted his waist and began to move.

Mingya pushed upwards, repeatedly thrusting up into the wet hole.

Lei Jin pinched him, raised his hips, and sat down hard.

Mingya was left hot and tormented by his slow speed, and he couldn’t resist grabbing Lei Jin’s ankles with two paws.

“Ah…” Both legs suddenly left the ground, and the weight of his whole body was concentrated on that single spot. Lei Jin gasped as he was penetrated to the deepest.

Mingya turned from passive to active as if a switch had been flipped. He opened and raised Lei Jin’s legs, watching his cock enter that tight hole again and again, then pulled out, and then thrusted in hard.

Lei Jin leaned back, with his hands on the grass behind him. The intense pleasure between his legs caused by the fierce thrusting made him give up struggling and let Mingya do as he pleased.

The fluids dripping from the place where the two were connected gradually soaked the fur on Mingya’s abdomen.

Lei Jin knelt with his hands on the tree trunk, his bottom raised, and endured Mingya’s fierce pistoning from behind. It was not enough, still not enough. He urged, “Mingya, Mingya…”

Mingya licked his collarbone, rubbed the sensitive points in his body, and slammed deeper.

Lei Jin moaned continuously from the harsh thrusts.

After his tender inner walls were painted twice in succession, the silver leopard on top finally pulled out and lay on one side, hugging his still panting mate with two paws, placing him under his soft belly.

Lei Jin nestled in his embrace and took a nap. When he finally woke up he felt a little chill and looked up to find that the sky had darkened.

“Let’s go back, Mingya.” Lei Jin pushed him away. They just finished, and he still wanted to do it again? Now it wasn’t just him, but even these three leopards were in heat all the time.

Mingya rolled on the ground, climbed up, and rubbed Lei Jin’s exposed thigh.

Lei Jin gathered the scattered fruits and mushrooms and rolled up the hem of his tunic carelessly to carry it all, not caring that he wore nothing underneath.

Mingya drooled at the sight, but could only lie down obediently, letting Lei Jin straddle him. He curled his tail around Lei Jin’s waist before running and jumping quickly through the mountains and forests. It was going to snow again, he felt it.

At night, they had a barbecue. Xiya found a large black rock by the water, set up a fire underneath, roasted it, sprinkled salt on the rock, and then put a piece of meat on it. Even oil was not used. The roasted meat, wild vegetables and mushrooms were very tender. Xiya and Moya tore the meat and turned it over, while Lei Jin and Mingya soaked in the warm lake water.

The comfortable water temperature relieved the soreness from excessive use in the back, and the numbness and itching gradually subsided. Lei Jin only then realized that the rock fruit in his body was still there.

Mingya leaned against him side by side, lowered his head and licked the corner of Lei Jin’s mouth, with complete satisfaction and joy in his eyes.

Lei Jin was irritated but couldn’t do anything about it. He put his finger in, but couldn’t feel anything. Eventually, he finally managed to dig it out. The over-squeezed rock fruit slid into the bottom of the water and disappeared.

Tiny water drops hit his face. Lei Jin opened his eyes and saw large flakes of white snow fall from the black sky. “It’s snowing.” He sighed.

When the snowflakes reached the ground, they melted into water droplets due to the high temperature. Only a few flakes floated down and landed on his bare skin, the sensation a cool touch.

Soaking in hot springs and watching the snow scene was really the height of enjoyment. If there was also a beauty next to him who spoke softly and served him with a plate of food, there was really nothing more to pursue in life. Unfortunately, there was no beauty, only a black panther, with a piece of meat hooked on its sharp claws swaying in front of his eyes.

“Almost done, come up quickly, you’re pruning.” A plate of food had finished cooking, yet Lei Jin showed no sign of getting up. Moya reached into the water to rinse his greasy claws.

Mingya had refused to eat just now, but now his stomach started to growl, and he raised his paw to cover it in embarrassment.

Lei Jin pulled over the animal skin on the side and wrapped it around himself. He jumped ashore, turned back and smiled, “Stop pretending, come and eat quickly.” He shuddered and couldn’t help muttering, “It’s really a bit cold today.”

It was cold at night, and they didn’t have too many clothes to cover their bodies, so Xiya and the others surrounded Lei Jin and he slept in the middle of their furry bodies.

Because it had just snowed and it was wet and cold outside, they rarely went out over the next few days since the food was still sufficient. When they ate, they dipped it in the boiling spring next to them, using it as a natural hot pot, and it was soon cooked. With nothing to do, their days became more and more hedonistic.

On this day, Lei Jin sat in Moya’s embrace, Xiya lay on his chest, and the two leopards entered his body alternately, one in front and one behind. Mingya had just come back from outside and saw this scene. How could he bear it? He pounced over as well. At this moment, Xiya grabbed Lei Jin’s legs and threw them on the bed, thrusting hard.

Mingya missed and his whole body crashed into the stone wall.

“Mingya…” Moya was facing him. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately jumped up. But it was too late to stop him.

Mingya’s head was so hard that the whole stone wall collapsed. The stone dust scattered, revealing a huge unknown space behind. Mingya couldn’t stop his momentum and fell headfirst.

Moya jumped over without hesitation. Xiya and Lei Jin also got up and followed closely.

There was a downward space behind, dark and endless.

Lei Jin jumped off Xiya’s back. There was rough sand under his feet, and there seemed to be broken shells and other things, which hurt his soles.

“Moya, Mingya…” Lei Jin shouted without hearing any movement. The echo was loud, but he did not receive any response from Moya and Mingya.

“Get onto my back, let’s go in and look for them.” Xiya was still calm. There was only one passage here, which was emitting a faint light, as if guiding them in.

Lei Jin nodded and jumped on his back without arguing.

“Why are there so many crystals here?” Lei Jin touched the walls on both sides. The crystal passage was the same as the forbidden land, smooth and flat, and did not seem to be formed naturally.

The passage extended underground, becoming steeper and steeper. Xiya’s claws could hardly keep steady, and the temperature was also rising. Lei Jin clearly felt the sweat oozing from his forehead and flowing down his cheeks.

“If we keep walking like this, we won’t reach the center of the earth directly, right?” Lei Jin was secretly shocked. They had walked for so long, but why hadn’t they reached the bottom yet?

Xiya’s claws slipped, and Lei Jin fell off his back. They both rolled down, and fell to the deepest part in a whirlwind. The light here was stronger, and there was also likely ventilation. The damp and cold air from outside rushed in, so it was not as hot as before.

Xiya first saw the two figures next to each other, “Moya, Mingya…”

Lei Jin also crawled over and pushed them, but there was no movement.

Xiya carefully checked them over and found no wounds. He was relieved and said, “It’s okay, they should just be knocked unconscious temporarily, and will be fine after waking up in a while.”

Lei Jin tested their breathing, which was also relatively stable, “Where is this place, is it under the Sacred Lake?”

“Do you want to go to the high platform to take a look?” Xiya suggested. There was a high platform in the east, where the terrain was high enough to shed some clarity on the overall situation here.

Lei Jin patted his head and praised him generously, “How can you be so smart and think the same as me.” If anyone heard this they wouldn’t know who he was actually praising.

Xiya shook his head and did not refute his words.

When Lei Jin was bored to death, he would occasionally think that if he met Xiya in the modern world, they would be the best of friends. They could go out for a drink together and have each other’s backs during fights.

Lei Jin stood at the highest point, looking at the huge space built of crystal. In the middle of the space was a huge black circular stone, which was exactly the same as the one he inlaid on the Door of Time, but this one was many times larger. It was slowly rotating from east to west.

Xiya stood beside Lei Jin, and after thinking, he said, “This stone is of the same type as the stones found in the valley where you fell that year. “

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Could it be that someone mined black jade there, polished it, and put it here? What was the use of these black jades? How did they get here from such a long distance? Who transported them here?

There was no answer to this series of questions. Not even a clue.

“I have a headache. It’d be better to go back and talk to Roger about this. He likes to study these strange things the most. Maybe he would know.” Lei Jin was really a person with no desire to explore and learn.

Xiya knew his temperament and didn’t force him. Besides, he had no interest in these things either, so he said, “En, let’s observe it carefully and describe it to Papa when we go back.”

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