After hearing the shameless old geezer of the Doom Thunder Tribe mock him the day before, Pi Kuang's face was as sour as a lemon from the moment he woke up.
Upon noticing his father's thunderous expression, Pi Kuang's son wisely didn't dare to make too much noise while eating in front of him. Instead, he took small bites and swallowed them daintily. At the same time, he silently observed his father's behavior.
After a while, the son stood up and stretched. "Dad, I'm going out for a walk."
"Don't go yet. Stick around and accompany me later to pay a visit to the Huaxia Tribe. If they haven't settled their internal affairs by today, then I'll be assisting them with it." Pi Kuang calmly set down his bowl and chopsticks.
"Sure." Pi Yuan nodded.
After breakfast, Pi Kuang returned to his bedroom. He grabbed the Pseudo Fox leather cloak hanging behind the door and fastened it on his shoulders.