Xin Feng sat beside Zhu Xiu, his posture refined and gentle. He shook his head lightly, picking up where Yan Lie had left off. His tone was mild, yet carried a hint of subtle gravity. "Yan Lie, you're right, foreign beastmen are indeed common. But this time, coming back, haven't you noticed their numbers are a bit unusual?"
At his reminder, Yan Lie paused in his teasing of the cubs.
He frowned, carefully recalling the scenes he had witnessed since entering the tribe. His expression gradually grew serious. "Now that you mention it... it's true."
In the past, when they had lived in the Golden Lion Tribe for long periods, they had often seen foreign beastmen, but the proportion had never been this high.
Walking through the tribe, it was already considered a lot if one out of every ten beastmen they met was a foreigner.
