Kaelen and Sane were fighting.

To be more precise, Kaelen was unilaterally angry, while Sane was constantly trying to coax him.

This was the common consensus among the clan members over the past few days.

They always saw Kaelen walking in front, while Sane anxiously followed behind, wanting to get closer but being avoided by him. When Kaelen was talking to someone, as long as Sane approached, he would immediately turn his face away and leave.

Over the past few days, the haggard look on Sane’s face was clearly visible, and he couldn’t even focus on handling the tribe’s affairs. Jaxon didn’t know how many times he had seen Sane staring blankly. Following the direction of Sane’s gaze, Kaelen was currently testing a stone stalk-pressing tool with Cassian.

"Sane, aren’t you going over to take a look?" Jaxon asked. Sane jolted back to his senses, then shook his head.

Jaxon couldn’t understand how two young people in the most passionate stage of love could be angry at each other for so long. Unable to hold back, he offered some advice:

"It was hard for you and Kaelen to finally be together, so don’t let trivial matters fracture your relationship. If you can compromise, just compromise. He is your Sub-Beast, you won’t suffer any loss anyway."

Sane let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to compromise, but rather that he couldn’t; this was a crucial matter concerning their survival. Talon and Collins also stopped the work in their hands and walked over. Cheerful shouts rang out from the tool-testing area, where Kaelen stood in the middle of the crowd, revealing a rare smile over these past few days.

Talon—who was also the most erudite old beastman in the tribe—used his cloudy eyes to look in that direction, then turned back to look at Sane, and said calmly:

"I see it is not that Sane doesn’t want to compromise, but rather that he doesn’t dare. Do you trust us old folks? Tell us about the problem between you two?"

Sane was about to shake his head, but then paused, his straight back hunching slightly. Over the past few days, Kaelen had avoided him like the plague; every night when he wanted to get close, he would be pushed away by Kaelen, asking [Have you thought it through carefully?]. Every time Sane answered "I have thought it through" and "No", Kaelen would use Divine Energy to wrap himself in a cocoon, completely ignoring Sane. As long as Sane touched the vine sphere, he would be ruthlessly whipped by the vines.

Sane looked at Talon and Collins, and asked in a deep voice, "Can you tell me why Crimson chose to ignore the hidden edict of the Divine Temple back then?"

The two elders stiffened, seemingly very surprised by Sane’s question. Talon slightly tightened his grip on his cane, considering whether to tell Sane the truth. Collins only hesitated for a moment, and finally asked back, "Do you really want to know?"

Sane nodded. Right now, he was very confused and didn’t know what to do next, so he could only poke at the lingering concerns of the two figures who held great influence within Crimson. Collins glanced at Talon, and seeing Talon nod, he turned to look at Sane, and said:

"We had already received the directive, but then... we went back on our word, and Cipher immediately seized the opportunity."

Both Sane and Jaxon were stunned. They thought Crimson had stayed out of this vortex, and didn’t expect that Crimson had once intended to participate in the crusade against Obsidian. Collins rubbed his nose and said guiltily:

"Back then, our third-generation Chief had just taken office. Being young and hot-blooded, he directly accepted the task without weighing the pros and cons. Afterwards, we tried our best to dissuade him, but he still stubbornly insisted.

However, after personally scouting Obsidian’s strength, he got scared. We weren’t as scheming as Cipher, and didn’t think about planting spies within Obsidian’s ranks, so... we withdrew..."

A flush of red appeared on the faces of the two veterans. Barking loudly only to realize you couldn’t beat the other party and then running away with your tail between your legs—saying it out loud was truly a disgrace in the beastman world.

Jaxon and Sane: "..." Um... that was unexpected.

"Ahem!" Talon coughed lightly, returning to Sane’s initial question: "You asking this probably isn’t just because you want to know for fun, right?"

Sane nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I want to know the allure of a beastman warrior training method to a tribe." He looked around to ensure no one could hear their conversation, then proceeded to drop a bombshell on the three men: "Kaelen has independently researched a new beastman warrior training method and wants to test it on Theron, but I disagree."

Talon’s group of three simultaneously sucked in a breath of terror. Talon almost fell backward, and it was fortunate that Collins and Jaxon supported him. A warrior training method was not something that could be casually invented; it was a secret of the Divine Temple, something that had to be exchanged for blood and submission. Yet, a Sub-Beast claimed to be able to independently research one?

The three old men helped each other sit down on a clean rock, their faces blank and dazed for a long time. It was only after a long while that Talon recovered his senses, pounded his cane heavily on the ground, and said:

"You disagreeing is right, this matter cannot be done recklessly. Just the fact that Kaelen and Walter possess Divine Energy is something we have to keep tightly under wraps."

The backs of the three old men seemed to hunch down a bit more, and Collins said gloomily, "What should we do in this situation? Kaelen is so stubborn and is currently pregnant; being depressed and unhappy for a long time is a great taboo."

Jaxon... Jaxon couldn’t say a single word. His leadership abilities were extremely poor, so he couldn’t think of anything to say. Talon tapped his fingers on his cane for a moment, raised his head, and said to Sane: "Go over to Kaelen and tell him to come see us. We need to hear his explanation first, then we can make a decision."

Sane nodded and strode over to Kaelen.

At this time, Kaelen was instructing everyone on how to squeeze juice from sweet sorghum stalks using the vertical roller press. The beastmen still didn’t understand what this sweet plant juice was used for, but they were still very enthusiastic about participating. The Antelope clan and Curved-Horn Goat clan beastmen took turns pushing the rotary axis; the sound of the two giant stone rollers grinding against each other rumbled loudly. The sweet sorghum stalks fed from the other end were immediately crushed flat; juice burst out from the stalks through the wooden gears, flowing along the catch-groove down into the clay jar on the other side.

The rest of the group was responsible for stripping the sorghum leaves, washing the stalks, and stacking them in a pile next to the press. One beastman was responsible for feeding the ends of the sweet sorghum stalks into the press, and another person on the other side caught the sorghum juice, switching to another jar when one was full.

Sane wasn’t in the mood to watch this strange tool, and he walked closer to Kaelen. Kaelen was engrossed in watching the sorghum juice pressing, and sensing the familiar masculine scent lingering around his nose, he didn’t even bother to turn his head to look. Sane smiled bitterly, leaned down slightly, and whispered into Kaelen’s ear: "Grandfa Talon called you to the council tent."

Kaelen was slightly dazed for a moment, then looked at Sane in surprise. Their noses touched, and Kaelen tilted his head back slightly, then gave a cold snort and strode away. Sane shouldn’t think that just because he compromised, Kaelen would forgive him. Evil stinky snake!

Sane rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Even knowing that his partner held grudges, he still found him incredibly adorable no matter how he looked at him.

At the same time, in the center of the magical beast forest.

Zale’s group had encountered high-level magical beasts and was in the most intense part of the battle. The beastmen split up to form a circle, protecting the two Sub-Beasts in the middle. Walter constantly kept his slingshot raised in his hand, his eyes constantly darting around vigilantly. As long as any magical beast made an unusual movement, he would immediately issue a warning to his teammates.

The bloody scent attracted more and more high-level magical beasts, so the group could only fight while retreating. Just as they were about to retreat to a safe area, Walter suddenly tripped and tumbled out of the beastmen’s protective circle.

"Walter!" This fall was too sudden, and the beastmen couldn’t react in time. Fortunately, before the claws of a demonic wolf were about to tear Walter into minced meat, Zale rushed over in time and hugged him, and the two rolled out of the demonic wolf’s attack range.

The beastmen immediately shifted their attacks onto the demonic wolf, creating an opportunity for the two to escape. Once they reached the safe area, the entire group collapsed on the ground, everyone having a few wounds on their bodies. People only had time to take a few breaths of air before they scrambled up to help each other treat their wounds.

At this time, Walter stood up again, walked up to Caleb, and slapped him so hard he saw stars.

"Damn it, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?!"

Anthony immediately ran over, supported the dizzy Caleb, and frowned at Walter with an unhappy expression: "What are you doing? Why did you hit someone for no reason?!"

"I hit someone for no reason? If he hadn’t pushed me, would I have fallen out?!"

Caleb clutched his flushed cheek and sobbed, "I didn’t! Don’t sprout nonsense! You fell by yourself, so why are you blaming me? I know you hate me for stealing Brother Anthony, but you can’t frame me like that!"

After refuting Walter’s words, Caleb clung to Anthony’s arm and choked out, "Brother Anthony, you have to believe me, I really didn’t push him~"

Anthony wiped his tears and said, "I believe you, stop crying." Saying that, he turned to Walter and frowned in reprimand: "Walter, I know you don’t like Caleb, but you can’t blame him like that. Hurry up and apologize to Caleb."

"Apologize? Apologize my ass!" Walter was furious, pointing directly at Anthony’s face and scolding: "Only a blind person like you would believe he is innocent. I misjudged you!"

After Walter finished speaking, he turned his back and walked away. Anthony anxiously wanted to chase after him, but Caleb held onto his arm and whimpered, "Brother Anthony, it hurts so much. Is my face ruined?"

Anthony hurriedly said, "It’s fine, let me help you apply some medicine, the swelling will go down soon." He helped Caleb sit down in a clean spot, his eyes constantly following the direction Walter left. Seeing that Zale also stood up and followed Walter, Anthony felt a bit more relieved and took out ointment to apply on Caleb’s face.

In a secluded corner of the safe area, Walter was using a clean cloth to wipe a wound on his lower back by himself. Even though Zale had rushed over to save him in time just now, the demonic wolf’s sharp claws had still managed to slice a few shallow cuts on his waist.

"Let me help you."

Zale walked over, took the clean cloth from Walter’s hand, and carefully cleaned the wound for him. Whether it was because of the pain in his waist or the pain in his heart, Walter’s tears fell profusely, yet he stubbornly bit his lip to stop himself from making a sound. Zale wiped the wound clean, sprinkled medicinal powder, and carefully bandaged it for him, then softly advised:

"Walter, Anthony is not suitable for you."

Walter’s body stiffened. Was he that obvious? Even Zale could see it.

Zale sat down beside him, sighed, and said, "Do you know why the Great Elder favored Wofu more in the past? Because Anthony is too much like Uncle Jaxon; he acts indecisively and is easily swayed by compassion.

I can see that he likes you, but he doesn’t realize it, mistaking his sympathy for that Sub-Beast as affection. If you can’t let go of him, what will you do later when some Feline clan or Fox clan Sub-Beasts throw themselves at him?"

Walter’s shoulders trembled, and he cried out loud. Heartbroken, Zale patted his head and said nothing more. There was one thing he hadn’t told Walter: if Anthony realized his feelings, he would be just like Uncle Jaxon, single-mindedly devoted.

But why should he say it? A fool who hurt the person he loved because of a strange Sub-Beast didn’t deserve to be forgiven so easily.

If Anthony wanted to gain Walter’s forgiveness, then he should dig out his heart and lungs to prove it!

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