Chapter 397: The Anger of the La Si Tribe

When those words were spoken, the jungle behind him was completely empty, and Na Yao hurriedly strode to his side, "No one? Is there no one coming now to cause trouble in our Tribe?"

Rongdi felt something was off. "No, if I'm guessing correctly, they've arrived, and it's for this street?"

"Who are they?"

Na Yao didn't understand who Rongdi was referring to, and Rongdi let out a deep sigh, "Forget it, let's go back and rest; we have many tasks tomorrow."

Both of them planned to stay here tonight, since returning while drunk wasn't safe; they'd go back together at daybreak.

Just as Na Yao was about to leave, a figure appeared behind him.

Under the moonlight, the person with silver hair stood there, a faint curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Youchao Xuan?"

"It's me. May I have a word with you?"

Na Yao didn't know why he was looking for him, but after a moment he nodded, "What do you want to say?"

The Tribe lingered amid a sea of candlelight.

Inside the cozy cottage, Nan Qinghuan was resting with Ying; Ying never expected that, even though he had lost, Nan Qinghuan gave him a night of romance.

That feeling was unforgettable; the gentle world enchanted him.

So after it ended, he couldn't snap out of it for a long time.

He wanted to continue the intimacy, but considering Nan Qinghuan's belly, he held back.

He simply lay gently beside her; Nan Qinghuan had intended to discuss the town matter, but the man was too impatient, so they went home first.

She saw the man in good spirits and thought, "Now I can speak, right?" She gently rested her head on Ying's chest; fearing she was cold, Ying had wrapped her tightly, leaving only her head exposed.

As their breathing steadied, Nan Qinghuan finally lifted her eyes to him. In the candlelight, Ying's face was dotted with fine beads of sweat; she knew he had just been ecstatic, and she felt the same.

Now that the pleasure was over, it was time to get down to business.

She whispered hurriedly, "Ying, about the town I mentioned…"

"Qinghuan"

Ying abruptly cut her off, and Nan Qinghuan instantly understood—he still disagreed.

Sure enough, after she presented the town plan outside, Ying objected.

Why? Because he was already confined to being the Tribe's leader; turning the Tribe into a town would mean he was no longer the Clan Leader, and although the other members would still be under his rule, the nature of the Tribe would change.

Ying wasn't pleased about that.

He hoped to accumulate resources to develop the Tribe further.

Thus he opposed it, and moreover, even if he became whatever City Lord, would Rongdi and Na Yao be willing to turn into a town with them? He felt he couldn't make that happen.

Sure enough, Nan Qinghuan realized the matter was difficult.

But now the Tribe is already overburdened; without this, how could they realize their Kingdom plan?

This made Nan Qinghuan somewhat displeased.

She thought for a moment, then looked at Ying, "So, no matter what I say, you still won't agree to us becoming a town?"

Ying knew she would be angry, but his traditional mindset couldn't change; he hoped Qinghuan would abandon the idea.

He reached out and gently brushed her cheek; his hand was warm, yet Nan Qinghuan's face was inexplicably cold.

Because she was upset.

So this was the biggest problem.

Thoughts could not be unified.

"Qinghuan, why must we become a town? Isn't our Tribe fine as it is?"

"But have you considered that if we continue like this, exchanging goods later will become even more inconvenient? Each time we can only bring items here to trade—how is that any different from before? Ying, what do you think?"

She tried to persuade Ying with these grand arguments, fully aware he disagreed, because his mindset required painful reforms, but it would pass.

Nan Qinghuan spoke gently; hearing this, Ying's gaze shifted to her, and after a long pause he withdrew his hand. "I still agree with using Fan Shells as currency, but not as a town. Qinghuan, if we become a town, what am I? What about Rongdi? Would everyone have to change?"

Nan Qinghuan had actually thought it through, but Ying disagreed—something she hadn't anticipated, as she truly believed Ying could accept the times' changes. Yet when she told him the Tribe would become a town, Ying refused.

He might not grasp the meaning of a town.

Nan Qinghuan persisted, "If change is for better development, why not change? I want the Jiuzhou Dadi to have cities everywhere, the Common People prosperous, with birdsong and flower fragrance."

"No, a Tribe is a Tribe; it cannot change. Qinghuan, drop this idea. Even if I could agree, the Great Elders wouldn't either."

Great Elder—she had never seen any Great Elder of this Tribe before, and now that Ying mentioned them, she understood what it meant. If Ying disagreed, then… she would have to use her own method.

Because some matters have already been formally set; your dissent is useless.

History will not advance because anyone tries to stop it.

Nan Qinghuan said no more; she lay down again, turning her back to Ying. No one knew what she was thinking. Ying knew she was angry, but this time he didn't know how to appease her. Turning the Tribe into a town—he had never known what a town was, nor what benefit it would bring to the people; he didn't understand. Although he had previously said he would support whatever Qinghuan did…

Because he didn't know what a town would bring to the Tribe; a centuries‑old Tribe that says it doesn't exist simply ceases, and the people couldn't accept that, nor could he.

Even though Nan Qinghuan had already done so much for them, it was all for their good, yet on this matter he had his own thoughts.

Nothing can be discarded from the Tribe.

"Qinghuan, I know you're angry, but the Tribe is where our people have lived for centuries; it can't just change on a whim. Do you understand?"

Nan Qinghuan gave no reply, just pulling the blanket over herself, lost in thought. Ying wanted to lift the blanket, fearing she might be uncomfortable, but his hand stopped.

Because he knew Qinghuan was angry.

What to do? He was also at a loss.

Turning the Tribe into a town wasn't that easy; it was far harder than building Carriages or constructing roads.

How could he tell the people that the Tribe would cease and become a town? Just as Ying tried to appease Nan Qinghuan, footsteps sounded outside, "Ying, the La Si Tribe has shown up."

"What?"

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