Bosson didn't feel much towards the old Shaman's words. From the moment they had abandoned him, he was no longer a member of that Tribe. Now, he belonged to the Watson Tribe and would dedicate everything for its sake.
"Bosson! Bosson!" Light and lively footsteps approached from outside, a lively female voice resonating in the yard.
A tender smile appeared on Bosson's lips as he turned and strode outside, "I'm here."
Seeing Bosson emerge from the guest room, Little Pipi glanced understandingly, "I'm heading to Anuan's place to help out. You don't need to wait for me; just head to the square when it's time."
Bosson affectionately patted his hair, "Alright, I know. Be careful and don't hurt yourself."
Little Pipi playfully wrinkled his nose, "I'm very clever, okay?"
Having said that, he tiptoed for a kiss on Bosson and then ran off.
Bosson watched Little Pipi's figure disappear before turning back into the house.
