Xi Lu chuckled softly and whispered to Nian Bing, "Brother, these are all elders of my clan. The one who just spoke is Uncle Xiu Rong, who is next in seniority to my mother in the clan. You know, after so many generations of inheritance, we kin here are all relatives. There are only seven of us left in the Dwarf Race now. What were you talking about with my mom earlier? It seemed like you two had an engaging conversation."
Nian Bing glanced at Aunt Lada and smiled, "Nothing much, Aunt Lada was telling me about the exceptional smithing skills of the Dwarves." After hearing Xi Lu's words, he began to understand that consanguineous marriages were not without issues—despite having this mountain as their stronghold, the problem of dwindling numbers arose because the Dwarves had intermarried among themselves to produce offspring.