The Emissary Who Lost His Memory?

If it were not for the fact that there were still many rat soldiers around...

Meng Chao almost wanted to clap and cheer loudly for Leaf.

"Then, what do you think is the problem?" He looked at the rat boy with interest.

"The problem is that we don't have our own clan."

With a serious face, Leaf said, "Although we have been paying a large number of mandrake fruits to the Blood Hoof Clan, they have also adopted the Blood Bestowing Ceremony to absorb the best of us into the various big clans.

"I still feel that we are not members of the Blood Hoof Clan, and I don't want to be a member of the Blood Hoof Clan at all. I don't want to be one of the murderers who killed my mother and brother!