It was just a voice, and the clear and melodious voice of a child carried the smell of milk. It spread far and wide in the early morning when the Red Sun had just appeared, cutting through the thin mountain mist and rippling out.
The short mountain where the temple was located was adjacent to the Ji Clan’s tribe, and the two were almost next to each other.
In the early morning, which was originally very busy, everyone stood where they were, as if they were unable to move. Even the smoke from the cooking stove and the golden morning glow sprinkled on the tribe seemed to freeze, turning into a picture scroll.
What was going on? The Ji clan had hundreds of people. Both the elders and the kids were speechless. The fairy-like woman in their eyes... had wet her bed?
The group was in a mess!
“I can’t beat this little bastard to death!”