Dina hurried to catch up, saying, "You don't even know the Barbarian Tribe language."
Lanling said, "Who says you need language to seduce women? Speaking of Demon Race language, starting tomorrow, teach me whenever we're free."
"Alright," Dina replied.
Lanling swiftly descended the mountain. The weights had been removed from him, and he truly felt as light as a swallow.
Twenty minutes later, Lanling arrived at the lakeside Dina had mentioned.
Indeed, there was a mature and graceful woman sitting there, resting her chin on her knees, watching the sunset in the west.
"Does she come here every day?" Lanling asked.
"Almost every day," Dina replied.
Lanling asked, "Why do the Chimera Tribe members have different skin colors—some green, some red, and others with patches?"
Dina said, "That's the mark of the tribe's Samurai. True Chimera Tribe members mostly have dark skin tones."
Lanling said, "But Constantine is as white as lime, and so is his dim-witted son."
