Yun Zhili’s gaze fell on Yun Chujiu a few times. To be exact, it fell on the mark of Xiao Hong on her forehead.
He wasn’t the only one. The other members of the Yun tribe had also noticed the mark of Xiao Hong on her forehead.
If Yun Chong wasn’t still flying in the sky, more people would have noticed her.
Yun Chujiu didn’t seem to mind these gazes at all. If she was willing to look, then so be it. After all, she wouldn’t lose a piece of meat.
Third elder Feng watched from the side, and his respect for his own ancestor deepened.
As expected of his ancestor. There was a phrase that could be used to describe his ancestor.
He wasn’t shocked by the favor or humiliation. He watched the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. He didn’t care whether he left or stayed. He looked at the clouds in the sky.