The next morning.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the tent, carrying with it the fresh scent of grass. It lightly lifted the bangs from Lu Yao's forehead, revealing her smooth skin.
At that moment, Lu Yao was sitting at a desk.
With an ink brush in one hand and a sheet of rice paper in the other, she was meticulously recording the names of the banquet guests and the gifts they had presented.
In truth, this wasn't a task she needed to do. But with every name she recorded, she felt a growing sense of satisfaction.
As one of Fang Yang's followers, the more powerful he became, the more she stood to gain.
For one thing, she had already managed to find nearly all of her beloved Cyan Deer kinsmen, freeing them from their lives as slaves!
"The Clan Leader of the Barbarian Bull Tribe presents a pair of Gold and Jade Ruyi."
"The Ten Thousand Birds Race Leader presents one Six-winged Flying Fish."
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