Chapter 416: Super Cute Old Ancestor

As soon as those words were spoken, a group of people arrived from nearby; the tribe's elders who come are surely being praised by the tribe members, such as the old ancestor right here!

"The old ancestor has returned."

Everyone went to welcome the old ancestor; the old ancestor is now wearing warm cotton clothes, with cotton pants on the legs, looking completely different from before.

"Stop."

The troublemaking tribe members, upon seeing the old ancestor arrive, became embarrassed and cautiously looked at Sangtian, "Great Elder, the old ancestor has returned."

Sangtian naturally saw it and hurried forward, "Abela, you're finally back. Look at how this place has changed; Ying is causing chaos, the tribe will let him…"

"Shut up."

Suddenly the old ancestor spoke, she glanced at Sangtian, "Great Elder, you haven't returned for years, and now you want to close the market street as soon as you arrive; what exactly are you trying to do?"

Sangtian didn't expect the old ancestor to… wait, that's not right!

"Old ancestor, the Shanhai Yishi is the place the Heavenly God indicated; this place does not follow the rules. Let Ying— he doesn't want to shut it down here. Since he refuses, I'll help him. I don't want my tribe to be punished by the Heavenly God."

Mentioning the Heavenly God, these Ancient People, steeped in superstition, instantly became a bit frightened.

Ying, seeing the opportunity, hurriedly stepped out.

"Old ancestor, you've come?"

Seeing Ying arrive, the old ancestor's eyes brightened; she looked at the new cotton garment Ying was wearing.

"It looks really nice, who made it?"

Ying smiled, "Qinghuan made it. Old ancestor, does this clothing keep you warm?"

"Warm, warm indeed; this clothing is far more comfortable than Beast Skin. Where's Qinghuan? Why haven't I seen her?"

"She's cooking inside the house."

Mentioning cooking, the old ancestor still remembered the fragrant white rice; ever since she ate that fragrant white rice here, she couldn't forget it, even took a lot when she left, and this time she intends to come back to live.

She will never leave this place again.

The tribe has food and clothing; she no longer wants to go back to the place where she lived.

There are good days, yet she is no longer an old fool.

"Cooking is good, cooking is good! Ah, the market street here is really bustling; I also want to go exchange some things. Sangtian, I said this market shouldn't be closed. If you're unhappy, you can leave. I think the Ying Tribe no longer needs you as Great Elder."

"You…"

Sangtian never expected Abela would let Ying run amok.

"Abela, have you forgotten this is against the rules? You…"

"Rules, what rules? I think this place is fine. The Shanhai Yishi has no fate left; now this is where we should be. Look, so many tribe members are here trading; why are you still babbling? You never took part in Ying Tribe's affairs before, and now it's unnecessary. I, the old ancestor, declare that this street is open and should stay open."

After saying that, the old ancestor led people to the market day, leaving only Sangtian standing disheveled in the wind. Ying merely sneered, then looked at the Great Elder, "Great Elder, I'll have someone escort you back."

"I…"

Sangtian originally intended to find Abela to stop Ying, but didn't expect Abela also supports opening the street. Could it be that he's truly old? Already abandoned by the tribe? Ying gave a slight bow, "Do you leave now?"

"Fine, Ying, I wasted my effort caring for you when you were young; is this how you repay me?"

"Repay you?"

Ying walked to his side and looked at the Great Elder, who was more than half a head shorter than him; he could still recall how the Great Elder saved him in childhood, a strange hue flashing in his eyes.

"If it weren't for the kindness you showed me when I was young, would you think I'd let you run amok here? I respect you as Great Elder, but that doesn't mean I have to obey you. Don't think I don't know you met Luosang; I know what Luosang told you and what he gave you. You appear to be our Great Elder, yet you've never thought of our tribe. If you cared for the tribe, you wouldn't say these words. I've given you enough face; I don't want you to disgrace yourself before the tribe. Leave; the Ying Tribe does not welcome you."

That was Ying's final courtesy. Upon hearing those words, Sangtian's old tears suddenly welled up; he looked at the cold Ying, then gave a self‑deprecating laugh, "So I've already been abandoned by the tribe?"

"You abandoned yourself, Great Elder; you never loved our tribe at all."

Ji Lei tossed that remark at him, mocking him, which left Sangtian feeling truly humiliated.

"Fine, Ying, you've grown up, your wings are hardened; you no longer need me. Very well, I have nothing more to say. I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Whatever this place becomes, I won't care any longer."

After saying that, Sangtian hurriedly prepared to leave, but none of the tribe members paid him any attention.

At that moment he finally understood clearly that he truly had been abandoned by the tribe.

With that thought, his heart was extremely pained.

He cared about his face, yet he couldn't stay. Even knowing the tribe's life had improved, staying would have allowed him a good life, but… his pride had been severely wounded, and he could not remain here.

"Great Elder…"

Qingfeng, seeing this, hurried after him; when Chao Xuan arrived, he also saw that the old man had already left.

His gaze fell on the pursuing Qingfeng, his eyes darkening, then he looked at Ying, "Ying, they left?"

"They left; this matter is settled. No one dares to cause trouble on this street now. So, have all the people you convened gathered?"