CHAPTER 350: CHAPTER 350: SANGER

Mudar was still wondering which young boy in the clan was so ’brave’ as to actually dare challenge Abu! Had he not been beaten badly enough yet?

However, this spirit of rising to the challenge is commendable; that’s exactly the spirit a prairie lad should have.

"Abu, get up and take down that skinny monkey!"

"Abu, Abu!"

"Abu, can you make it?"

As he approached, the noisy sounds reached Mudar’s ears.

All the shouts were meant to cheer for Abu, but it seemed the one now having the upper hand wasn’t Abu!

Could it be that there was another youth in the clan who was even more formidable than Abu?

Mudar’s heart was filled with excitement; the more talented young men there were, the better their clan could develop.

Mudar cleared his throat twice; upon hearing the sound, the onlookers turned their heads and saw him with Zhu Xianxian, immediately making way for them to reach the front for a better view.

And what did Mudar see?

The bravest among the young generation, Abu, was awkwardly sprawled in the sand pit.

Beside him stood a tall and elegant young man, expressionless, standing with one hand behind his back.

It was none other than the boy from Sanna who had come today to sign a contract with him.

So, it wasn’t a new promising youth within the clan, but rather, the most promising youth of the clan was taken down by Sanna’s boy!

Beaten down by a skinny monkey!

Mudar’s temper flared up instantly.

"Abu, what are you still lying down for?" Mudar’s voice boomed like a bell.

Abu, lying on the ground, struggled to get up at the sound of Mudar’s voice; he couldn’t lose face in front of the leader!

Zhu Xianxian, meanwhile, found Aya’s figure among the crowd and squeezed her way to her side.

As she handed her osmanthus cake, she asked, "Aya, who is that boy fighting Abu? He’s really impressive!"

Aya, unusually, didn’t eat the cake immediately but instead replied with excitement, "I don’t know either, but he’s really amazing."

Abu occasionally won when wrestling with his father.

His father was the first warrior of their tribe.

Abu had always been hailed as the next first warrior.

Now, someone could actually pin Abu down, unable to get up, which was truly shocking.

Moreover, that young man was really good-looking.

The people around them listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter and chimed in enthusiastically. Before long, Zhu Xianxian pieced together the whole story.

It was indeed a coincidence; that young man was precisely the youth Sanna had just found, as Mudar had mentioned.

Truly handsome and skillful.

Compared to Abu’s awkwardness, Sanna’s boy seemed at ease.

Even his robe wasn’t disheveled.

The difference was obvious.

It’s just unclear why he ended up fighting with Abu.

Abu struggled a few more times, yet to no avail, unable to turn the tide.

Mudar suppressed his anger and halted the match.

Continuing to fight without being able to win wasn’t bravery.

"Sanger, what’s the meaning of not leaving after signing the contract?" Mudar asked with a frown.

Abu was knocked down several times; it was clearly a slap in the face for him.

He knew it couldn’t be that Sanna would sign a contract so easily.

"Leader Mudar, it’s not that I refuse to leave, but it’s your clansman who prevented me from leaving," Sanger said calmly. "Your clansmen and mine can all testify."

Prairie people disdain lying and detest liars.

Abu flushed with anger, "I heard from his clansmen that Sanna wants to marry him into our clan!"

Sanger is the leader of Sanna.

Marrying into our clan obviously couldn’t just be any random clansman.

The most prestigious member in the clan was Aya.

His favorite Aya.

But what did Sanger say?

He said he doesn’t need to stabilize his position by marrying offhandedly, and he doesn’t want to bind the rest of his life to someone irrelevant.

In his words, he clearly looked down on Aya.

For what reason?

Abu angrily accused Sanger of disrespecting Aya.

Upon hearing this, Mudar was upset too.

He himself didn’t think much of Sanna’s boy, and yet this boy dared to disdain his precious one.

"Leader Mudar, I did not mean to belittle your daughter," Sanger calmly explained. His mother had told him that a marriage should be with a girl he genuinely liked, and a capable man doesn’t need to rely on marriage to secure his position.

"Then what do you mean?" Mudar asked with a sullen face.

"The girl I will marry in the future must be someone I truly like from the bottom of my heart," Sanger said each word clearly, "Also, I believe in my own ability to stand on my own."

"Arrogant." Mudar snorted coldly.

At present, he seemed to stand firm; yet secretly, who knew how many were eagerly waiting to see him fail.

If he made any mistake, someone was bound to cause trouble.

However, that had nothing to do with him.

As for the heartfelt words Sanger was saying, he just listened.

"Mother, what do you think of Sanger?" Aya asked Zhu Xianxian.

"Handsome, extraordinary skills, and unyielding. For his age to become a leader, whatever the case, he is remarkable," Zhu Xianxian said. "At least, your brother can’t compare to him."

Aya’s beautiful eyes sparkled with joy, "Mother, I like Sanger."

Prairie girls are enthusiastic and outgoing; when they like someone, they say it straightforwardly and boldly.

"You just heard that Sanger doesn’t want an arranged marriage," Zhu Xianxian said.

Although she had this intention before, since the other party wasn’t willing, she definitely wouldn’t force it.

"He said he wants to marry a girl he sincerely likes. He hasn’t interacted with me yet, how does he know he won’t like me?" Aya said, "Don’t worry. If after interacting he doesn’t like me, I won’t cling stubbornly."

If they like each other, they’ll be together; if not, there’s no need to force it.

She understood this reasoning.

"Sanger is rarely here, why not eat before leaving?" Zhu Xianxian invited, "Isn’t today the day for roasting whole lamb? Let him taste and see how it’s different from the roasted lamb in your Sanna."

Mudar didn’t want to keep him.

But since the wife had spoken, he couldn’t possibly upset her.

He snorted, turned, and walked away.

He didn’t say to make them stay, but neither did he say to send them away.

Abu somewhat didn’t understand why the Chief’s Wife wanted them to stay for a meal, but since the Chief’s Wife had spoken and the leader hadn’t objected, he couldn’t say anything.

Sanger wanted to refuse, but one of his clansmen behind him spoke first, smilingly accepting Zhu Xianxian’s invitation.

This clansman was Sanger’s elder and had always been very supportive of him, so Sanger couldn’t publicly show disrespect to him. He habitually bowed and thanked Zhu Xianxian.

"Clan Leader Sanger uses Central Plains etiquette," Zhu Xianxian said.

Sanger nodded, "Before coming back, I’ve always lived in the Central Plains."

"Does Clan Leader Sanger think the inside or outside of the pass is better?" Zhu Xianxian asked again.

"Outside the pass is my homeland, where my people are, and the responsibility I ought to shoulder. Inside the pass, there are people I will always care about," Sanger said blandly.