The plant tamer stopped talking and, seeing that it was getting late, led them all back home.
On the way back, Ling Yunxi saw Pu Shangji holding Pu Yueling, who was covered in mud, not far ahead.
She felt no guilt, but simply watched his retreating figure and fell into deep thought.
"You didn't cause the mistress's death, so there's no need to feel guilty."
"I know, but it's just that life is so fragile. Her life was so vibrant, and no one expected her to die so suddenly."
I admit I used to dislike her a bit, but now that she's gone, that hatred has disappeared.
Xiao Mingyan tightened his grip on Ling Yunxi's hand and walked on in silence.
Qi Liyuan, who was in front, glanced behind him with his deep eyes and snorted softly.
That night.
The entire Putian family stayed up all night.
Females are already scarce, and the death of a female is a heavy matter for a tribe.
For the next three days, the wolf clan held a funeral ceremony for the deceased female.
On the first day, the Holy Mother, the Patriarch, and the High Priest will all attend the memorial service.
Ling Yunxi also went, but only watched from a distance from the altar.
In the morning, the open-air altar was bathed in direct sunlight, yet it exuded a sense of tranquility.
Pu Shangji is sprinkling water on the tombstone made of wooden sticks tied with various branches.
Everyone in the audience felt sorry for the deceased female.
Weeping, mourning.
Ling Yunxi watched for a while and then went back.
Just then, Pu Shangji, who had just finished a funeral ceremony, caught a glimpse of her departing figure out of the corner of his eye.
After a moment of silence, they continued with their next action.
Ling Yunxi spent the three days uneventfully.
Until the fourth day of woodworking class.
Ling Yunxi went to the school as usual.
Because she had either skipped class or fainted before, this was her first time attending this class.
"Clang clang clang... clang clang clang..."
"Class is starting."
"Why!"
Before even entering the school, Ling Yunxi was knocked to the ground by a beast.
The male beast glanced back at her briefly before hurrying back.
As if they had received an urgent order, they immediately returned to their positions.
Ling Yunxi, who was knocked to the ground, hadn't even seen the orc who hit her yet, and in pain, she could only accept her bad luck.
Just as she was about to get up, her knees buckled, but a strong arm reached out in time and helped her up steadily.
"Thanks."
There was no response.
She looked up in confusion, only to meet a pair of gray, icy eyes.
Silver-gray hair, a cold face, and a posture as upright as a pine tree—
He is a snow leopard beastman with an extremely cold and aloof demeanor.
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