Chapter 95: Do Not Look at Impropriety

Bai Chi arrived at the North Wing, and Mo Xiao and Fei Yan were just about to set out.

Fortunately they were a step early, otherwise they'd have missed it.

Mo Xiao and Fei Yan saw Bai Chi, and a flash of surprise crossed their faces.

"General Bai, what brings you here? Just in time—we were about to set off for the Tiger Tribe Tribe."

Bai Chi's face lit up at the words: "What a coincidence. I was actually entrusted by the tribe's steward to ask a few of you to go over for a chat, so let's go together!"

Mo Xiao and Fei Yan exchanged a glance and said, "Fine."

Bai Chi glanced behind them and asked, "May I ask if Miss Su is here?"

Mo Xiao, puzzled, asked, "General Bai looking for the Wife Master about something?"

"It's this: the steward said I must invite Miss Su over to talk, so I can thank her in person for the life‑saving favor she gave me."

Fei Yan knit his brows, "The Wife Master has gone out."

Bai Chi twisted his brow at the words: "When will Miss Su return? I'm not in a hurry; I can wait here for a while. The tribe's steward has already prepared fine wine and dishes, and I must invite everyone. If Miss Su doesn't go, I won't be able to report back…"

Hearing that, Fei Yan glanced at Mo Xiao, and both of them harbored doubts.

Why does this Tiger Tribe steward insist on seeing the Wife Master?

It seems that if General Bai can't see the Wife Master today, he has no intention of leaving.

Mo Xiao fell silent for a moment and said, "The Wife Master went out this time mainly to shop; she might not be back for a while and may pass by the Tiger Tribe Market. How about we go there to look, perhaps we can see her."

Bai Chi laughed after hearing that, "All right!"

With that, the three set off.

In a short while, the white cat that had been nesting on a pile of firewood in the courtyard flashed its form and entered Su Mo's room.

After a frantic but fruitless search, it leapt out the window and then vanished swiftly into the courtyard.

At this moment, the Tiger Tribe Market.

Yue Ying and Su Mo had already arrived; before leaving, Fei Yan asked Cang Lan to accompany them.

Because of Su Mo's previous kidnapping, he was extremely vigilant now as they set out.

Jin Tong hasn't died yet; he might strike again someday.

Now the safety of the Wife Master is paramount.

In this part of the Tiger Tribe Tribe, Tiger Beastmen are the majority, with some other Beastmen as well.

The small stalls on the street aren't much different from those in the North Wing, though they have a few Tiger Clan touches; overall they're roughly the same.

Su Mo wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but she kept feeling that the Tiger Clan's population seemed larger than the North Wing's.

She voiced this doubt to Yue Ying.

Yue Ying smiled, "Yes, they have a larger population than ours. The North Wing Tribe's Beastmen are more mixed, making management less simple than the Dragon Clan and Tiger Clan."

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, "If a fight breaks out, would the North Wing be the Tiger Clan's opponent?"

"Hard to say. The three tribes haven't fought each other for ages, and currently none can gauge the other's strength. They've all signed treaties, keeping each other's waters from mixing."

Su Mo was unconvinced.

【No place enjoys perpetual peace; in the original book, those three tribes later fought fiercely. Still, it's hard to say whose strength is greater. Unfortunately I haven't seen the novel's ending…】

Su Mo's gaze was drawn to a handicraft stall, so she stopped to look for a while.

Cang Lan, trailing behind her, his stark black‑and‑white eyes unable to hide excitement, said, "Does the Wife Master like this? I'll make one for you when we get back!"

Su Mo nodded, "Sure!"

Scanning those items on the market, she thought that perhaps she could open a shop at the North Wing Market later.

After all, to survive long in this place, she needs to earn more coins.

The system's damned thing gives only limited coins; to get rich you still have to rely on yourself!

Just as she was thinking, she turned her head and saw a silver‑haired man in plain clothes; though he wore a veil hat, his stunning looks were hard to conceal.

Su Mo was momentarily stunned.

【I know the Beast World has many handsome men, but I never expected so many… Running errands and bumping into a hunk? This luck is unbeatable~】

Cang Lan frowned, then took a swift step to block her view.

Su Mo turned her head, and he shifted his steps to block it completely.

【The petty black panther, I just took one look—what's the problem? Next time I won't shop with him!】

Hearing that, Cang Lan twisted his brow and, unwillingly, stepped back a little.

Someone nearby called out, "It's the Third Young Master!"

"Third Young Master has arrived!"

Su Mo followed the voice and saw the plain‑clad man surrounded by a few people in the middle of the road; he was tall and slender, his moon‑white long robe making him look like frost in snow.

His silver hair was half‑tied, his aura naturally perfect, and even through the veil curtain his breathtaking looks were undeniable. No wonder the crowd swarmed on both sides of the road.

Even Xiao Jiu couldn't help but jump out, "Host! A handsome man!!! Wow, that face, that figure—absolutely stunning!"

Su Mo was lost for a few seconds, then silently replied, "He's good looking, but looking at him doesn't make him easy to get along with."

Although this man bore the visage of a fallen immortal, the cold frost in his brows shattered threefold the usual warmth.

The attendant standing beside him impatiently barked, "Move aside quickly, don't block the young master's path back."

Su Mo frowned, muttering, "Servants trained by difficult people are just like that."

The person standing nearby on the road, for some reason pushed, lunged straight at the plain‑clad man.

The next second, the attendant beside the silver‑haired man swiftly pushed that person away, "Do not be rude to the young master!"

He, flustered, had been rude in a moment, but the female he pushed lost control and fell backward!

The scene turned like a row of dominoes, becoming somewhat chaotic.

Su Mo was nearly struck by the person ahead, but Cang Lan promptly steadied the individual.

Only the Attendant's face flashed with a hint of panic, yet he stubbornly retorted, "Who told you to stand here, blocking the Third Young Master's path? You brought this on yourselves!"

The silver‑haired man beside him furrowed his brow slightly, glanced at him and said, "No more words, return!"

Among the crowd, a female exclaimed, "Third Young Master… how were you born so handsome?"

The man's gaze instantly turned cold, his eyes filled with frost.

The Attendant beside him impatiently spoke, "Step back, step back quickly! To spectate a man in broad daylight, what kind of decorum is that!"

The rebuked female flushed, muttering with some resentment, "Being good‑looking, what's wrong with taking a glance?"

The Attendant, angry, said, "Do you understand the principle of not looking at what is improper? A woman should be modest and dignified; how can you be like this…"

The woman's face flashed with embarrassment; although she didn't grasp the exact meaning of his words, her instinct told her they were not kind.

The white‑clad man turned his head to glance at the Attendant beside him, frowning in displeasure, "Stop spouting nonsense!"

The Attendant lowered his head, still muttering resentfully, "I never said anything wrong…"

"You…"

Before Xuan Qing could finish, a snicker rose from the crowd.

Then a gentle female voice rang out: "If taking an extra glance at a good‑looking person is considered impolite, then is a peacock spreading its tail a violation of propriety, and is a blooming flower also indecent? By your reasoning, when your family's Third Young Master grooms himself before the mirror each day, would he have to shamefully kill himself daily?"

Xuan Qing glanced thoughtfully and, with a single look, recognized the person before him: the fiancée of the Beastmen from the North Wing—Su Mo.

Although during the duel with Jin Tong that day he had never faced this woman directly, the glance from the city wall was enough for him to recognize her.

The Attendant Jin Yan looked at Su Mo, stammering, "This—how can you compare! You are outright twisting arguments!!"

Su Mo raised an indifferent eyebrow, "If what I said counts as twisting arguments, then the Book of Songs' line 'Graceful and modest lady, a gentleman makes a fine match' would be considered hooliganism, right?"

Jin Yan was left speechless, blocked; although he had learned a few basics from the Third Young Master, he now regretted his lack of knowledge when it mattered…

He only felt that the woman before him was both sharp‑witted and difficult to deal with.

Xuan Qing's eyes flickered slightly; his cool, unruffled gaze turned to Su Mo as he said, "It was my Attendant who was out of line just now."

Su Mo, unconcerned, raised an eyebrow, "No problem~ it was also my being too talkative."

Having said that, she turned and walked forward, while Yue Ying was still conversing with the Beastman ahead.

He already knew the commotion behind him, but he couldn't move aside, so he did not come over.

Anyway, his Wife Master's mouth has never lost a battle.

Soon Xuan Qing also led his Attendant back, and Jin Yan, indignant, said, "That woman is exceptionally sharp‑witted; any Beastman's family that marries her would be irritated to the point of smoking from all seven apertures every day!"

Xuan Qing coldly rebuked, "You've spoken too much today; have you completely forgotten why I named you Jin Yan? Go back and fetch ten lashes from the Second Miss yourself!"

Jin Yan fell silent at once, bowed his head and stood, "Yes."

Jin Yan, a homophonic admonition.

The Third Young Master constantly warned him to speak and act cautiously, yet he was the one who could never control that mouth…