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Why were they clinging to Nan Batian so relentlessly?

Was it to avenge Tara’s family?

No, besides an old lady, Tara’s family had already been wiped out; they had no value to exploit, so the Mulan people wouldn’t bother too much for someone valueless.

Take this funeral, for instance—all the expenses were paid from Tara’s family’s own funds.

Furthermore, through this funeral, Old Arutai had transferred ownership of the three shops owned by Tara’s ...

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