Su Mingxuan was in such a good mood that he decided to celebrate. He went to his stone cupboard and pulled out a jar of special fruit juice...the same sweet, refreshing juice that Su Qinglan had given him recently.
He poured the vibrant liquid into three wooden bowls, handing one to Su Qinglan and one to Shi Feng.
"To our union and the future of our tribes," Su Mingxuan said, raising his bowl. They each took a drink, enjoying the cool, sweet taste.
Suddenly, the tiny snake cub in Su Qinglan's pocket caught the sweet fragrance of the fruit juice.
Xiao San couldn't resist curiosity any longer. He poked his small head out from the fabric, his tongue flicking in the air.
Su Mingxuan froze, his bowl halfway to his mouth. He stared at the tiny green hatchling in total shock. "Qinglan... what is that in your pocket?"
