As soon as Moharm entered the door, Rylan, who was rumored to have a persistent high fever, lunged out, hugged his arm, and said coquettishly:
"Papa, how did everything go?"
Moharm nodded, leisurely sat down by the stone table, and glanced at Rylan:
"Tomorrow, when that group goes far away, everyone in the tribe will recover from their 'illness', and you can go outside too."
Rylan smirked, sitting sideways on the bed, and said: "Papa is still the most formidable, acting so decisively. But Papa, as long as Mie hasn't been found, my heart is still not at ease."
Moharm slammed the wooden bowl down on the table and scolded: "Isn't it because you brought this upon yourself? I taught you so much, yet in the end, you always like to beat around the bush when doing things, leaving us with no choice but to speed up the process. I still wanted to squeeze a bit more profit out of that brat Kaelen, but good for you, directly causing his death.
