Looking into the distance, a thin mist was faintly visible, coiling around the mountainside. Illuminated by the city lights of the Hidden Tribe, it appeared even more beautiful and mysterious.
“Old Chen Tou hasn’t been back for long. How did he gain the trust of these people?” Meng Jingwei suddenly asked.
In her memory, Old Chen Tou left the countryside at least four times a year, and each time for a considerable period.
Meng Jingwei had once grabbed Old Chen Tou and questioned him about where he went. Old Chen Tou always said he was just going for a walk, staying with friends for a while.
At other times, he would say nothing more.
Now, thinking about it, he must have returned to the Hidden Tribe every time.
“My grandfather returns at least five or six times a year, and sometimes these people seek him out. You might not be aware, but my grandfather’s status in the Hidden Tribe is unshakeable.”
After speaking, He Xiao Mingjin added, “He is very great.”
“Heh, indeed very great.”
Meng Jingwei scoffed and gave a cold smile.
Sensing Meng Jingwei’s displeasure towards Old Chen Tou, He Xiao Mingjin quickly descended the steps, blocking Meng Jingwei’s path and looking up at her. “Sister, you must have a misunderstanding about my grandfather. He…”
“How old are you to call me sister?” Meng Jingwei interrupted him.
“My grandfather told me that you are exactly two days older than me. Calling you sister is correct.” He Xiao Mingjin replied earnestly.
She was two days older than him, so calling her sister was technically not wrong.
It just felt awkward.
“It seems you know a lot about me.”
“About that much. However, most of what I know about you comes from my grandfather. But my grandfather said you are very capable, and also…”
“My name is Meng Jingwei. We aren’t familiar enough to call each other brother and sister yet.”
“Oh. Alright, Sister Weiwei.”
Meng Jingwei: “……”
Being called sister by a refined and handsome young man was truly unpleasant.
She didn’t say anything further, maintaining her usual reserved and indifferent demeanor towards strangers, and walked with He Xiao Mingjin through the night market of the Hidden Tribe.
Looking at the various small items and things she had never seen before, Meng Jingwei found it novel. However, with her mind preoccupied, she had no interest in examining these trinkets.
“Meng Jingwei?!”
As they walked through the crowd, a familiar voice suddenly called out to her.
Meng Jingwei’s steps halted. She instinctively turned around and found Li Yun Er appearing behind her.
Beside Li Yun Er was a man. That man was none other than… Han Jun Yan!
“What a coincidence. I didn’t expect you to come to the Hidden Tribe so soon.”
Li Yun Er was wearing a blue short-sleeved top with a blue embroidered pleated skirt, a silver cap on her head with silver tassels hanging around the brim, and a silver necklace around her neck. With light makeup, she was a perfect Miao girl, remarkably beautiful.
Beside her, Han Jun Yan wore a black short-sleeved top and black trousers, embroidered with a decorative trim. He had followed local customs by wrapping his head in a black turban.
His attire did not diminish his handsome face one bit; he was as dashing and charming as ever.
Meng Jingwei glanced at Li Yun Er, her gaze finally settling on Han Jun Yan. “It’s been a while. Do you owe me an explanation for something?”
When Han Jun Yan saw Meng Jingwei, his eyes flickered slightly. He glanced at a nearby teahouse. “Since we’ve met, why don’t we have a cup of tea together?”
He gestured towards the teahouse and said.
In a foreign land, meeting fellow countrymen felt particularly warm.
Alas, Meng Jingwei only felt a chill in her heart, as if she were in an ice cellar, chilling to the bone.
Her brow furrowed slightly. As she hesitated, she saw Li Yun Er hook her arm around Han Jun Yan’s and say triumphantly, “Afraid, are we?”
“If you aren’t afraid of me killing you, what am I afraid of?” Meng Jingwei’s eyes held a chilling glint as she turned and walked towards the teahouse.