Chapter 239: The Fire in Brother's Heart That Cannot Be Blown Out

Her eyes full of anger, the female looked at the speaking beastman warrior: "What did you do before? Looking for a scolding?"

After saying that, she turned and left in a huff.

The beastman hesitated a moment, then still walked toward the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastmen.

"Little female, I, on behalf of the Mad Lion Tribe, apologize to you and your mate."

The beastman warrior's eyes were sincere and bright; it was clear he was an upright male.

Wu Yue, hearing that, looked at him: "Yuan Lang is not my mate; I have no hostility toward your Mad Lion Tribe's beastman warriors, I just don't like seeing our tribe's beastman warriors being wronged."

The beastman warrior nodded: "We're the same."

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "I accept your apology, but it's only yours."

With those words, the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests, then after bidding farewell to the Black Wolf Tribe's beastmen, they left.

Watching their receding figures, the Mad Lion Tribe's beastman warrior's eyes were deep.

The noon in the forest was not like the Black Wolf Tribe's people; occasionally a refreshing forest breeze would blow, but...

"What are you two talking about?"

No matter how cool the wind, it cannot extinguish the fire in Brother's heart.

This sentence refers to Yuan Qi and the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastmen at this moment.

Wu Yue glanced at Yuan Lang: "You speak."

Yuan Lang, hearing that, rubbed his nose: "Actually, during that battle with the forest wolves, Yue fell into a cave on that high slope, and we found salt in that cave."

They found salt...

Yuan Qi pinched his own cheek, then reached out and touched his child's head: "Is this kid feverish, talking nonsense?"

Yuan Lang helplessly took his father's hand away, then extended his big hand toward Wu Yue: "Take it out and let Father and them have a taste."

Wu Yue hehe laughed and took out several palm-sized deep blue crystals from the small basket at her side.

"Uncle Yuan Qi, you guys try it."

The beastman warriors took the deep blue crystals Wu Yue handed over, and looked at the two's expressions, which were especially strange.

Yuan Qi let out a light sigh: "I know you also want the tribe to have salt to eat, so the beastman warriors don't have to risk their lives going to the sea to exchange for salt."

"But, all the tribes in the Polar Forest are like this."

His rough big hand lifted the deep blue crystal: "Look, this crystal doesn't look like salt at all."

Wu Yue amusedly looked at this tall, wise beastman warrior: "Uncle Yuan Qi, that's why I let you lick it—this is the salt unique to our Polar Forest, naturally different from the salt exchanged from the sea."

Seeing the two's serious expressions, Yuan Qi's hand gripping the deep blue crystal trembled suddenly, his voice somewhat repressed and low: "Really... really is salt?"

Yuan Lang patted his father's shoulder: "You try it yourself."

The Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors around all looked at Yuan Qi, and the beastman holding the deep blue crystal unconsciously clenched his palm.

Yuan Lang slowly brought the crystal near his lips, extended his tongue and lightly touched the crystal's surface.

A familiar taste that made him want to tears instantly spread from the tip of his tongue throughout his mouth.

Unlike the salt exchanged from the sea, which still had a hint of bitterness, this deep blue crystal's taste was extremely pure.

The beastman's originally deep eyes widened instantly: "How... how could it really be salt!"