Su Qinglan walked back toward her house with light steps, her mood much better than before.
The earlier annoyance had already been thrown to the back of her mind, replaced by a simple and happy thought, which was food.
It had been many days of tension and worry, and even her appetite had been affected. But now that things had calmed down a little, she finally felt like treating herself properly.
Her hand gently rested on her slightly swollen belly as she walked. A soft smile appeared on her face, and her voice lowered into a warm whisper.
"Babies, today we will have a feast," she said, patting her belly lightly. "Mama will cook something delicious for you."
The thought alone made her steps even quicker. Ahead of her, the young fox beastman who had helped carry the fish was already running fast toward the house, as if afraid someone else would steal the chance to eat her cooking.
Seeing his eager back, Su Qinglan could not help but laugh softly.
"Slow down," she called out, though she knew he would not listen.
Behind her, however, the peaceful scene did not last long.
The man who had been lying flat on the ground suddenly stirred.
At first, there was no movement, but then the corner of his lips slowly lifted.
A strange smile spread across his face, even though his body was still unmoving. The smile grew deeper, then crooked, carrying a hint of something dark and amused.
After a moment, his eyes slowly opened.
Rong Yanchen remained lying on the ground, his gaze fixed on the direction Su Qinglan had left. He did not move immediately. Instead, he quietly processed everything that had just happened.
Then he raised a hand and rubbed the back of his neck, where the pain still lingered.
"How could a female have that much strength..." he muttered in a low voice.
There was genuine shock in his tone.
He had not even seen it clearly. One moment he was standing, and the next everything had gone black. That single strike had been clean, precise, and terrifyingly effective.
His brows furrowed slightly as he thought about it.
What kind of technique was that?
To knock a beastman like him unconscious in a single move, that was not something an ordinary person could do.
Even among strong warriors, such precision was rare.
If not for his powerful physique and natural resilience, he knew very well that he would not have woken up so quickly.
The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.
But then...
That shock slowly turned into something else.
His eyes darkened, and a faint, sinister smile appeared on his face again.
"So... it really is her," he murmured.
A memory surfaced in his mind, the words of that old man.
The old man had once said that the daughter of the Priestess was extraordinary, someone who could bring prosperity not only to her mate but also to her tribe, even to the entire beast world.
At that time, Rong Yanchen had not cared much.
But now...
He compared that useless Lan Yue with this female.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
Anyone with even a little sense could see it clearly.
Lan Yue was weak, emotional, and easily controlled.
But this one...
Her eyes carried a wild spark.
Her movements were sharp and decisive. And most importantly, her strength was real.
Rong Yanchen slowly sat up, dusting off his clothes as his thoughts continued to spin.
"She pretended to be timid..." he said softly, almost amused. "But that was clearly an act."
He remembered her earlier expression, her soft voice, her lowered gaze.


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