"What? You want your good-for-nothing son to marry my sister?…"
On the riverbank, Red Fox Otuwa heard Balamo's question, his eyebrows twitched, and his old face slightly contorted, secretly cursing in his heart. If he were to marry off his sister to Balamo's son, wouldn't that just make him inferior to the other party? But as he observed closely, he sensed something in Balamo's smile, which forced him to sigh silently in his heart.
"Oh Ancestors! This is to plant a fox-catching stake against my Red Fox Great Tribe!…"
"Witnessed by the Chief Divine! Red Fox, you're also a chieftain of a great tribe. So, what's it going to be? Spit out the truth already!…"
"Ah! Witnessed by the Ancestors! This is naturally excellent!…"
"Haha! Divine Feather, come over here! Bow to the Great Chief of Red Fox and call him brother-in-law!…"
"Alright, Big Father!... I'm bowing to brother-in-law now!…"
