"Stop!" Mulin shouted harshly at him, though he quickly resumed his humble demeanor a moment later.
The shock halved Wentong's fury; he could not understand why his father valued this brat so highly. The Elders also exchanged cautious, silent glances.
"Making peace with the Tarim tribe, splitting the Daxing Forest between them, and putting an end to this war—that was my idea," Zhou Chuan declared loudly once more, radiating absolute confidence.
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