The cub, with a head as big as a small hatchet, rubbed his large head against Song Yu’s hand, then snuggled into Ge Ye’s arms, sleeping soundly.
"When will Di Feng co back! His own cub was born, and he, as the godfather, wasn’t there!" Ji Nuan asked curiously.
Song Yu helped Ge Ye and the cub wrap themselves with Beast Skin: "Brother is out hunting for tender prey, because the little fella will start eating minced at soon. There’s only dried and salted at in the tribe."
Ji Nuan nods, thinking that raising this little cub must not be easy!
"Let’s give the cub his father’s last na, Di Ling!" Back in China, a friend nad Little Ye Za ntioned that Ling represents intelligence and cleverness. Ling resonates with the sound of binding, symbolizing lifelong companionship and growing old with their loved ones.
Hopefully, the good aning of this na will also be bestowed upon the cub, thus allowing him to have a mate who loves him alone in this Beast World, where males are abundant, and females are rare.
"Di Ling! Di Ling! Sounds like a little female’s na!" Ge Ye grumbled under his breath.
However, the cub was pretty cooperative. He howled twice in approval, his chubby little claws even excitedly waving about.
Ji Nuan raised an eyebrow, a smug expression on his face: "See, the little one likes it too!"
"Fine!" Ge Ye smacked his lips and picked up the little cub, swaying him in his arms: "Ah Ling! Ah Ling! My little cub!"
The movent made the little cub uncomfortable, and he howled in protest.
Song Yu swiftly took the little cub back, gently placing him on the kang. His caring deanor made him look more like the cub’s mother than Ge Ye. This rough mother-fine father combination made Ji Nuan speechless.
He quickly left...
"Nuannuan!" Ji Nuan was called just as he stepped out of the door. Looking up, he saw Xiu Yan standing there, looking a bit pale.
Tilting his head, Ji Nuan asked doubtfully: "What’s wrong?"
Xiu Yan’s mouth twitched, his brows furrowing: "Sakar from the Green Mountain Tribe is here!"
"Sakar?" Ji Nuan thought for a bit, and suddenly a blond guy flashed across his mind: "That... the orc who plotted with the Tumang Tribe against Chief Ge Xing?"
Xiu Yan nodded: "He’s brought the orcs of the Green Mountain Tribe. Their tribe had been attacked by a fierce beast, and they escaped with just more than 300 orcs protecting the cubs and females in the tribe. They’re seeking for our tribe’s help."
"This matter can only be decided by Uncle Ge Xing. We should better not get involved. After all, the issue between Chief Sakar and the Tumang Tribe has hard Uncle Ge Xing the most."
Xiu Yan’s brows remained furrowed, and he parted his lips slightly to say: "His cubs are here too!"
Ji Nuan thought for a bit: "Ah! Do you an Samuel? He’s the one who resembles Brother Ge Tai a lot!"
Xiu Yan nodded carelessly: "Not just him, other cubs are also here!"
It finally dawned on Ji Nuan: "Did sothing happen, Brother Xiu Yan? You can just say it out."
Xiu Yan glanced at Ji Nuan hesitantly: "It’s just that..."
"Xiu Yan! Xiu Yan! How co you are here! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!" A soft female voice full of happiness sounded from behind.
Turning to look at Xiu Yan, Ji Nuan saw him frowning blackly, looking extrely upset.
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