Chapter 695: and translation of chapter title

Seeing him approach, the Beastman Warrior guarding outside the Sea Eel tribe showed a hint of surprise: "You haven't been busy dealing with the battle against the Sea Snake tribe lately? How do you have time to come back?"

The pale-faced Beastfolk waved his hand relaxedly: "The shaman and tribespeople of the Snow Moon tribe have already arrived; from now on I don't need to handle affairs over there."

After saying that, he craned his neck to look behind the Beastfolk: "Is my father in there?"

The Beastfolk looked at him amusedly, the lines at the corners of his eyes revealing he wasn't young: "The Grand Shaman is inside; just go in directly."

As for his only offspring, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman still doted on him.

Among all the tribes, the residence of the highest-ranking Grand Shaman is absolutely not allowed to be entered casually without prior notice.

However, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman had once ordered that if his own offspring came, they could enter directly without reporting.

The pale-faced Beastfolk had long been accustomed to the casualness at his father's place; after giving the Beastman Warrior a simple, honest smile, he lifted his foot and entered his father's dwelling.

In the tent with somewhat dim lighting, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman sat on a fur mat, studying a dark-red stone tablet in his hand.

Looking at that familiar Beast God Scripture stone tablet, the pale-faced Beastfolk pursed his lips: "Father, at the next trade gathering we will surely be able to collect enough Beast God Scripture stone tablets."

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman let out a light sigh, carefully placing the Beast God stone tablet aside on a fur mat, then lifted his eyelids to look at his offspring who forgets he has a father whenever he has nothing to do.

"Oh dear, aren't you busy running around helping the Snow Moon tribe manage their territory? How do you have time to come see this old fogey of mine?"

Pale-faced Beastfolk: "..."

This sarcastic father really hasn't been seen in a long while.

"Father, the shaman Yue and the Beastfolk of the Snow Moon tribe have already arrived at that territory."

"These past few days I haven't been in the tribe; I've been going to the confluence of the forest river to meet them."

Just moments ago the Sea Eel Grand Shaman's sarcastic expression suddenly turned grim, and a small sphere of shamanic power flicked onto the pale-faced Beastfolk's forehead.

"Ow, it hurts, it hurts!"

This sudden strike directly made the pale-faced Beastfolk scrunch his handsome face, pain causing him to jump up and down.

"Father, I'm no longer a little brat; why are you still flicking my forehead with shamanic power?"

The pale-faced Beastfolk, with a red mark on his forehead, felt a sour‑refreshing sensation he hadn't experienced in ages, a mix of nostalgia and embarrassment.

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman sneered: "This brat of yours only remembers he has a father when he has something to ask."

After saying that, he added: "What else do you need my help with?"

The pale-faced Beastfolk's beastly face flushed slightly; he had indeed previously looked down on his father's nagging and been unwilling to visit often, but thinking of his purpose today, his spine instantly straightened.

His usual carefree, handsome visage also gained a touch of seriousness: "Father, I came to see you today about something very important, concerning the Snow Moon tribe."

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman's smile faded slightly: "Has that little tribe got another matter for you to help with?"

The pale-faced Beastfolk's expression grew grave as he stepped forward and plopped onto the fur mat beside his father: "Father, when the Snow Moon tribe came this time, they rode something called a 'great ship'..."

He recounted to the Sea Eel Grand Shaman everything he had personally witnessed and heard from the curly‑haired Beastfolk about the great ship, and when he got to the part where the Sea Snake chieftain was frightened into fleeing, he even let out a proud, boisterous laugh.

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman's train of thought was interrupted by that slightly demonic laugh, and a slap came his way: "Keep it down."

His deep eyes swirled with undercurrents as he loudly ordered the Beastman Warrior guarding outside: "Go summon the chieftain to come here."

"Yes, Grand Shaman."

The Beastman Warrior outside the tent bowed in assent.

"Father, rest assured; with such a powerful means of attack, the Snow Moon tribe needn't worry about future security—the Sea Snake tribe won't dare to provoke them as before."

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman glanced at the silly offspring beside him and sighed inwardly.

Perhaps the Snow Moon tribe's shaman also noticed that this offspring's wit isn't sharp, which is why he chose to maintain good relations with him.

Thinking this way, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman inexplicably found the foolish offspring before him much more pleasing to the eye.

It seems this offspring still has some merits.

"Grand Shaman, the chieftain has arrived."

Having business with the Grand Shaman, the Sea Eel chieftain didn't dare dawdle; after briefly giving some instructions, he hurriedly brought his own offspring to the Grand Shaman's tent.

"Let them come in."

Watching the two sturdy Beastman Warriors enter the tent, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman nodded with satisfaction.

The Sea Eel chieftain's strength ranks among the top tier of the tribe's combat power, his mind is agile, and since becoming chieftain he has managed the tribe very well.

Meanwhile, the young, steady Beastman Warrior beside him is the Sea Eel chieftain's offspring.

Roughly the same age as his own offspring, yet he is already the tribe's number‑one Beastman Warrior in combat ability, with a nimble mind and steady conduct.

He is the candidate favored by him and the tribe's people for the next chieftain.

Moreover, as the strongest young Beastman Warrior of the tribe, he is already able to assist his father, the chieftain, in handling some tribal affairs.

Unlike his own offspring...

Just moments ago the Sea Eel Grand Shaman, who had felt reassured that his wit‑lacking offspring was somewhat useful, glanced at the carefree, misshapen Beastman Warrior beside him, and his eyes now carried a hint of disdain.

Noticing his father's obvious change in expression, the pale‑faced Beastfolk's gaze toward the young Beastman Warrior beside the chieftain turned distinctly unfriendly.

He acknowledges that there are disparities among Beastfolk, but regarding this peer who has always outshone him since childhood, he may not dislike him, yet he certainly cannot take a liking to him.

The reason is that, as the offspring of the two top authorities holding the tribe's highest power, his counterpart's appearance always makes him look utterly useless by comparison.

"Chieftain Uncle, the matter I'm discussing is very important; why did you bring unrelated people along?"

The pale‑faced Beastfolk muttered complaints to the Sea Eel chieftain.

The Sea Eel chieftain, in classical phrasing, laughed heartily and swept a large hand through his hair: "You two brats, having grown this big, still you poke me and I poke you."

"When we grow old later, the tribe will still need you to uphold it, but you must certainly stay united."

After saying a few more things, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman then waved his hand to signal them to sit down and began discussing the main topic.

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman had the pale‑faced Beastfolk repeat what he had just said.

Once his words fell silent, the tent fell into an extreme hush for a moment.