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However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end of it.
Glancing back at Gary, she found he had already averted his gaze, lowered his head, and walked away.
It was evident he didn’t want to continue the conversation.
Perhaps he should have spoken his mind earlier.
Gary departed with a complex expression.
His thoughts were spinning in a whirlwind. He didn’t like Adams, and he resented the fact that the Tribe Chief favored Adams. Every ti Adams was around, the Tribe Chief seed to make decisions that hard the clansn and even herself. Adams treated the Tribe Chief poorly, constantly teasing her.
The Tribe Chief appeared to have forgotten about Adams entirely. She had no intention of ntioning him again, and Gary didn’t want to disrupt the current peace. This was the best outco.
Although Gary felt a twinge of worry, he also felt a sense of relief.
Gu Chaoyan watched Gary’s departure and surmised what was on his mind. But she was Gu Chaoyan, not the Tribe Chief, and she had no intention of revisiting that chapter.
Gu Chaoyan continued to ponder sothing.
Soon…
A clan mber approached to invite her to join the al. The won in the clan had prepared food in the modest surroundings.
The n in the clan had little energy left for hunting. They primarily subsisted on wild vegetables, stored in various battered bowls. Each bowl had a unique shape, so deeper, so shallower.
As she ate, Gu Chaoyan scrutinized the bowls closely.
These bowls were likely not broken, or at least not solely broken. It was simply a testant to their limitations – they could only do so much, and most of their attempts had ended in partial success.
These bowls were crafted by a specific individual in the clan. Ordinarily, there wasn’t much ti for cooking, so the bowl maker often pitched in with other tasks.
Gu Chaoyan held a certain disapproval for such bowls.
She considered that after taking care of imdiate matters, she would personally instruct the clan mbers on how to craft better bowls and strive to produce a few that weren’t cracked.
Though she contemplated this, she didn’t voice her thoughts.
At present, the introduction of bamboo houses and bows had already created a considerable commotion within the clan. So matters couldn’t be rushed; instead, they needed to be gradually accepted.
“Tribe Chief, please eat more,” a clan mber earnestly suggested.
“Of course,” Gu Chaoyan responded with a smile.
She wasn’t naturally garrulous and typically maintained a cold, distant deanor. To counteract this perception, she endeavored to maintain a welcoming smile so that the other clan mbers wouldn’t find her unapproachable.
One clan mber engaged with the Tribe Chief, and her agreent emboldened others. People began speaking up, eager to communicate with the Tribe Chief.
Despite her role as Tribe Chief, she had been largely distant from them in the past, leaving many clan mbers without an opportunity to converse with her.
But circumstances had changed, and now everyone had a chance to exchange a few words with the Tribe Chief.
Although it was a new experience for Gu Chaoyan, she found herself pleased.
Gary observed the harmonious scene from a distance, a smile gracing his features.
This was wonderful.
It truly felt like they were a unified clan.
But ti in this state was limited.
After replenishing their energy with a al, no one was willing to squander any more ti.
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