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At this point in the conversation, Yingzhao turned his head, his eyes reflecting concern as he looked at Bailan. "I truly scoured the vicinity of the cave yet found no trace of you. It's been quite a while since I rescued you, where have you been all this time?"

Hearing Yingzhao speak so, Bailan began to faintly recollect the time when he first traversed to this beastman continent, and indeed, he had been rescued by someone.

However, his consciousness was somewhat muddled at that time, unable to recall the features of the person who rescued him. Little did he know, it was the individual standing before him who had sheltered him in that cave, and thereafter vanished without a trace.

At this realization, a fierce tide of hatred surged within Bailan. Had this person not abandoned him in the cave, how could he have been found by the male from the winged tribe, subsequently exploited to such a humiliating extent?

When he regained his senses and saw the ravaged state of his own body, he felt an urge to scream in hysteria. Yet, his years of living on the edge, constantly facing life and death, had trained him to regain his composure instantly.

He knew that survival was paramount. Hence, he immediately pretended to accept the male’s proposal of becoming partners. He then deceived him to learn about the circumstances of this continent and followed him back to the winged tribe’s settlement.

Later, Bailan used the flare he had preserved to manifest a so-called miracle in front of the winged tribe, convincing them that he was a messenger of the beast god.

Although the male beastman who had violated him had already been executed, Bailan still couldn't swallow his anger, attributing his humiliation to Yingzhao's initial abandonment in the cave.

At this moment, Bailan could only feel intense loathing towards Yingzhao deep within him. However, he maintained an outward appearance of innocence and ignorance, saying to Yingzhao, “I’m sorry, but I can't remember anything. When I woke up, I found myself here, unaware of what transpired during that time.”

Hearing Bailan's words, a trace of suspicion crossed Yingzhao's face. Yet he soon nodded and reassured, “It’s alright. You are now in the Pegasus tribe’s village. It is absolutely safe here, you have nothing to worry about.”

Bailan scoffed inwardly at Yingzhao's concerned words, viewing him as a naive and foolish beastman. He vowed to exact ruthless revenge someday, to make him realize the gravity of his mistake in abandoning him initially.

At that moment, another group of the Pegasus tribe returned from hunting, Yan was among them. Seeing a crowd gathered, he didn't exhibit any curiosity.

However, when his eyes landed on the conspicuous silver hair amidst the crowd, Yan immediately recognized his beloved among them. He hurried over excitedly, only to see Yingzhao gazing worriedly at the female figure lying on the ground.

A surge of displeasure engulfed Yan's heart instantly. Without hesitation, he walked up to Yingzhao and wrapped an arm around his waist, half-embracing him in his arms.

Yingzhao had just finished speaking with Bailan and was observing his performance when suddenly, he found himself embraced by his man.

Somewhat bewildered, Yingzhao turned to find a pair of eyes laden with suppressed anger staring back at him. Drawing from his extensive understanding of men from multiple worlds, he instantly realized that his foolish partner was experiencing jealousy yet again.

Nonetheless, in the face of such a scene, the jealousy was somewhat justified. After all, he was a male member of the Pegasus tribe's community, and Bailan on the ground unmistakably appeared to be a beautifully featured female.

It was hardly surprising that his partner would feel jealous witnessing one male show concern for another female. With a comforting pat on Yan’s arm, Yingzhao greeted him with a radiant smile, saying, “You’re back.”

Yan was momentarily dazzled by Yingzhao’s radiant smile. A bit stupefied, he nodded and let Yingzhao take his hand as they departed the scene together.

Yingzhao had said all he intended to. Now that the protagonist had arrived at the tribe, all that remained was to patiently await their impending demise.

Due to Bailan's feminine features, the chief arranged for a solitary female to take care of him. Moreover, many male beastmen in the Pegasus tribe were profoundly smitten by Bailan's appearance, harboring hopes of winning his favor someday.

After spending a few quiet days within the beastmen tribe, Bailan had gleaned a fair understanding of the tribe's dynamics from the female beastwoman attending to him.

Internally, Bailan was quite astounded because he found the Pegasus tribe to be considerably advanced. Having spent time among the Winged tribe, he knew that the common tribes in this region wouldn't ordinarily inhabit such stone dwellings.

Not only did their homes feature heated kang bed-stoves, but they also knew agriculture and trapping, even mastering the craftsmanship of bows and arrows, along with other clever weapons.

While not staggering compared to modern technology, it was apparent that these innovations were beyond what could have been conceived by them at this stage of their development.

Thus, Bailan speculated that perhaps there was another individual like him, a time-traveler, within this tribe. Through his inquiries, he easily learned from the tribespeople that all these advancements were imparted by Yingzhao.

This intensified Bailan’s suspicions towards Yingzhao. He even wondered if Yingzhao had identified him as a fellow time-traveler and felt that his presence threatened Yingzhao's unique status, thereby deliberately abandoning him in the cave to fend for himself. Yet he couldn't reconcile why Yingzhao would assist him if the intention was to let him perish.

His resentment towards Yingzhao deepened, yet he maintained a composed facade. Approaching Yingzhao with a show of immense gratitude, he said,

“Ying, I've learned your name from others and I'm profoundly grateful for your help back then. It's unfortunate that I have lost the memories of that time, but I felt it necessary to come and thank you personally!”

Yingzhao nodded, smiling warmly at Bailan, “You're welcome.”

Yingzhao welcomed Bailan enthusiastically into his home, offering him fresh fruits he had picked that morning. The two engaged in a vibrant and genial conversation.

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