"Fox Ji, you're back."
An old voice greeted him.
Fox Ji turned and hurried forward to support the staggering figure. "Grandfather, why are you out here? The wound on your leg hasn't healed; you shouldn't be moving around."
The elderly fox male waved his hand. "I'm fine. It's just a small wound. Your sister said that when you went to catch fish-beasts, you encountered some powerful beastmen, and you secretly followed them. You child... how could you do something so dangerous?"
Fox Ji knew he shouldn't have. Especially that Golden Tiger Beast male—he could tell that if the male had wanted to deal with him, a single move would have been enough to tear him to shreds.
"Aren't we planning to settle here for a while? I was worried about potential dangers in the area."
He hadn't meant any harm by following Qiao Xixi and her group; he just wanted to know which tribe the beastmen belonged to.
"So what did you see when you followed them?"
