Pan Shulin pulled Pan Zhenyi and said, "Father, I'm not saying we should ignore this matter."
"?" Pan Zhenyi looked at Pan Shulin in confusion.
Pan Shulin leaned closer to Pan Zhenyi and whispered, "The City Lord is currently enraged and won't listen to anyone. If we go back in now and bring it up again, it will only result in punishment with no other effect."
Pan Zhenyi covered his chest. "The City Lord is truly confused."
Pan Shulin advised, "This is to be expected. In the City Lord's heart, that imposter is his brother. And his brother Xi Yao is the City Lord's treasure; naturally, he cannot tolerate others slandering him."
Pan Zhenyi said, "But we are not slandering him. He really is..."
"I know, I know." Pan Shulin interrupted Pan Zhenyi, supporting him as they walked away. As they walked, he whispered, "Father, don't worry. I have already discussed this matter with Deputy City Lord Zhao Yu. If the City Lord refuses to approve this plan, we will take matters into our own hands and act first. Isn't Xi Yao returning in five days? When that time comes, the Deputy City Lord and I will bring men to await his arrival at the seaside."
Pan Zhenyi seemed somewhat disapproving. "Keeping this from the City Lord like this..."
Pan Shulin said, "There's no other way. You saw the City Lord's attitude just now."
"..." Hearing this, Pan Zhenyi silently closed his mouth.
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When Wang Jin woke up again, he was lying on a rock, covered by a dark outer garment. Underneath, he wore nothing.
Clutching the garment, Wang Jin sat up. As soon as he sat up, the man who had his back to him turned around and walked over.
"Little ger, are you feeling unwell?"
Wang Jin stared at the man in astonishment, taking a full moment to regain his senses. He threw his arms around the man, his voice carrying a sob he himself hadn't noticed. "Brother Heng, I've finally found you."
Yuan Heng supported him with one hand and held him with the other, the tenderness in his eyes like water, shimmering with a crystalline light under the sun.
"You little ger, you really make people worry," the man said, his own nose tingling with sourness.
He had almost lost his ger. Fortunately, after the beast horde, Yuan Heng had placed a drop of blood on Wang Jin's wrist. This was a unique perception technique of the ancient beastman, this drop of blood connected to the ancient beastman, allowing him to know the safety of the person marked.
He had marked two people: one was Wang Jin, the other was Cheng Bai.
He originally thought Cheng Bai was the one in danger this time, but upon arriving, he discovered it was actually his ger.
"Why did you leave the city instead of staying put safely?" Yuan Heng questioned, his expression somewhat angry.
This time, he had made it in time. But if he had been even a little later, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
How could this ger be so careless with his own safety? What would this ger do without me?
Yuan Heng was both angry and heartbroken.
Wang Jin was startled by Yuan Heng's stern face and immediately felt wronged.
He had gone through immense hardship to find this man, and this was how he spoke to him!
The ger looked at him with clear eyes, as if frightened by his stern expression. Those eyes quickly welled up with a layer of unshed tears, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"Brother Heng hid such a dangerous thing from me. I haven't even scolded Brother Heng yet, and now Brother Heng is scolding me."
His voice was soft, and the trembling of his lips lent it a slight quiver, which sent ripples through Yuan Heng's heart, washing away all his anger and leaving only wave after wave of heartache.
"It was my fault." The heartache threatened to overwhelm him. Yuan Heng's fingers trembled, and he uncontrollably reached out to pull the wronged ger into a tight embrace, his broad hand gently cradling the back of his head. "It was my fault for not explaining properly to you, for making you worry and fear."
The man was clearly powerful enough to confront multiple Haiqiong alone, yet his entire body was trembling now, as if he had experienced something utterly terrifying.
The arms holding Wang Jin tightened again and again, yet the embrace never made him feel suffocated or uncomfortable...
Wang Jin's heart softened. He nuzzled his face clingily against the man's chest and said in a delicate, coquettish tone, "I forgive you."
A low laugh came from above. Wang Jin lifted his face to look. Yuan Heng released Wang Jin and knelt down to be at eye level with him. "Little ger, shall I make a promise with you?"
"What do you want to promise?"
The man's light-colored pupils were full of deep affection. The light reflected in his eyes under the sunshine was like stars in the sky, so beautiful it was hard to look away.
Wang Jin stared at him unblinkingly, his expression seeming somewhat dazed. But the image of himself reflected in those eyes, that look of sheer joy, as if he were the most beautiful person in the world, the one he couldn't bear to look away from—this direct, unabashed gaze greatly pleased Yuan Heng.
Yuan Heng's fingers twitched slightly. He reached out and took the ger's soft, delicate hand, enveloping it within his own palm. The man felt as if he held the entire world.
He spoke solemnly, "From now on, I will tell you wherever I go. I will truthfully inform you if there is any danger."
Hearing this, Wang Jin blinked and said, "You should have done that long ago. You are my beastman!"
The ger spoke domineeringly, gripping Yuan Heng's hand in return, his manner seeming to say—You are mine, so you must report all your movements to me.
Yuan Heng's heart skipped a beat.
This little ger, with just a simple sentence, made it sound like a confession.
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