'No, it wasn't that he looked down on her. Rather, he and the other Beastmen in the tribe had completely misunderstood this female from the very beginning.'
'In the past, all the Beastmen in the tribe thought this female was frail, withdrawn, and simple-minded.'
'Ling Hong had never paid her much attention, so he had taken the rumors as fact.'
'But after spending this time with her, his deeply ingrained impression of her had been turned completely upside down.'
Ling Hong suddenly stood up and walked over to her. "My wound is almost healed."
An Jin, who was standing nearby, was sizing up the pheasant's carcass with a stone blade. Without looking back, she gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.
A large, smooth slab of marble stood in the middle of the room. An Jin placed the pheasant on it and determined the best place to make an incision. Just as she was about to start, a long, slender hand appeared before her eyes.
The stone blade was snatched from her hand.
