"Daddy, these people who came from somewhere else are getting more and more absurd. We've been watching that Typhoon Tree on Howling Wind Mountain for 30 years. It bore fruit only two days ago, and those people stole half of it!" said a young man in agitation to a man wearing a white headcloth.
"Yes." The man in the white headcloth narrowed his eyes, falling into silence. His strong stature made him look like a fierce leopard.
"Daddy, are we just going to—"
"Shh." Gu Zha put his index finger to his son's lips, shaking his head slightly. "Speak cautiously, act cautiously."
"Daddy! The uncles in the tribe only listen to you. That new king is using our tribe's resources to develop his own tribes, like a bunch of leeches!"
"Gu Duo, you must control your temper." Gu Zha shook his head, growing quiet as he looked out the window.
"Daddy…" Gu Duo looked at his father in despair. He didn't understand why.