"Mother?" Tu Ya looked at Tuoya with confusion. Why did her mother look so strange? Coming to her senses, Tuoya responded. Seeing this, Tu Ya immediately became excited as if injected with chicken blood, "Mother, it’s that man, you saw him, right? I really like him, so much! Would you help me, please? In our Kechar tribe, there are many good men. I’ll just give her all I have in my tent, and we can exchange, can’t we?" Before returning to the tribe, because Flay Dong was both her benefactor and her protector, and she was also wary of his Innate Divine Strength, she had restrained her own minor scheming. Yet Tu Ya hadn’t given up, even knowing that the couple was officially wed; the truth was, she had really taken a liking to Liang Haoming. Fancying someone doesn’t require a reason; a glance is enough. And Tu Ya had never found a man so pleasing to her eyes before, really wanting to take this man into her tent. Contrary to Tu Ya’s expectations, Tuoya sternly rebuked her. "Do you have any idea what you’re saying? How can you even think ? You... you’re simply... Get out, I said get out! Go reflect on yourself!!" Tu Ya was instantly dumbfounded. The customs of the Desert were quite similar to those of Dayuan. There are differences, of course, but the principle of monogamy was consistent. Tu Ya was Tuoya’s only daughter, but she had brothers and sisters who sadly seemed fated to die young, not living to grow up. Thus, now Tuoya had only Tu Ya as her daughter, who was designated as the next female leader. She was raised with endless affection; Tuoya adored her, nearly fulfilling her every desire; otherwise, she couldn’t have developed such a spoiled, willful, and slightly domineering temperament. But this was the first time Tuoya had ever spoken to her so harshly and scolded her so fiercely. Tu Ya’s eyes reddened significantly. "Mother, you... Hmph!" She stomped her foot, then with her eyes red, she rushed out of the felt tent. "Ah, Tu Ya?" Hulan, who seemed like mere set dressing, was usually quite inconspicuous, but seeing Tu Ya’s distressed exit, looked timidly at the female leader Tuoya and hastily excused herself before chasing after Tu Ya. With that, only Tuoya remained inside the felt tent. Tuoya took out a bottle of strong liquor she had cherished for years but never had the heart to drink. She took a big gulp and then gave a bitter laugh. She looked down at her hands as they shook uncontrollably. The time had come at last! After all these years of waiting, Finally, someone actually showed up! "Tu Ya, you’re back?" Tu Ya ran all the way to her own felt tent and before she even entered, she saw a man joyfully coming to greet her. "Get out of the way!" Frustration simmered inside her, and she shoved the man, who dejectedly lowered his head. Soon after, Hulan hurriedly followed: "Ah, Bazak? Don’t be sad. Tu Ya, she... it wasn’t intentional, she just wasn’t in a good mood!" The man named Bazak nodded, a forced smile on his face, "Yeah, I know. Hulan, please console her for me. I won’t go inside; better not to upset her again." Afterward, Bazak walked away dejectedly. Hulan paused for a moment, then sighed deeply and forcefully. What on earth is going on?