Doing so could retain Lian Chengyu’s absolute authority. He was the most talented person in the Lian tribal clan, and no one could match him!
This would make the tribe believe that only through him Lian Chengyu, could they be led towards glory.
“What Aunt Cuihua says makes sense.”
“So he was possessed. I already said that weakling Yi Yun could not be more talented than my Er Dan.”
A few women echoed her as they shared the Lian surname, and was the foundation of the Lian tribal clan.
However, in the room, Jiang Xiaorou turned a deaf ear to all of this.
Yun-er, where did you go?
Why aren’t you back?
Jiang Xiaorou was in a daze. Although she knew her hopes were slim, she still refused to believe that Yi Yun had died.