Sunlight spilled across the paths, every ray dancing like a sprite between the trees, off the water and on people. 

“Chieftain, did you sprain your ankle? You’re walking funny.” A woman with a gun across her back greeted Szlamy with a smirk. 

“Uh, yeah, I accidentally sprained my foot.” Szlamy blushed. 

“Chieftain, you pulled the muscles of some other foot too, didn’t you?”

“You’re dead!” Szlamy flipped out. 

“Hahaha…” The group of women laughed. 

A little girl ran over with a look of concern on her face. “Big Sister Szlamy, you cried for a long time last time. Does it hurt?”

Szlamy’s face grew redder. She glared at the child but couldn’t bear to scold her; she was so embarrassed she could die. 

The women roared with laughter again. 

They had not dared to joke with Dayetia like this when she was chieftain but Szlamy was different. Szlamy was the tribe’s most precious child and many of the women had watched her grow up, and this was why they dared to joke around with her. 

Xia Lei naturally became a target of their jokes too and the women teased him mercilessly, saying...