The petite one waved her hand impatiently and cast a glance at Mo Lian, who sported a faint smile. "Hurry up and release your divine consciousness!"
Mo Lian nodded and gently brushed her petite head. Just as he was about to depart, carrying her in his arms, the female leader of the aborigines approached briskly.
She knelt before Mo Lian with a thud, repeatedly uttering words that no one could comprehend.
Qiao Mu was perplexed as she observed the native female leader, then looked up at Mo Lian embracing her.
Crown Prince Mo maintained a composed expression as he conversed with the female leader before turning to Duan Yue. "They've invited us to spend the night at their tribe."
Duan Yue glanced at the rudimentary cave and nodded. "Alright."
Upon receiving their agreement, the female leader and her companions appeared jubilant. Throughout the journey, they engaged Mo Lian in conversation using a peculiar language.
