Wu Yue looked at the low, shabby grass huts around her. 'So, people like me, with no powerful status and no great contributions to my name, are going to live in the shantytown from now on, huh!'
'What is this, refugee status?'
Unwilling to give up, she asked, "So what does it take to get a cave?"
Qingcao tugged on Wu Yue's arm. "Yue, you should stop thinking about getting a cave. In the Snow Tiger Tribe, besides the witch, no Pure Human has ever owned their own cave."
Qinghua nodded. "The witch once said that if a Pure Human can bring back three Beast Crystals, they will earn the right to live in a cave."
Wu Yue's face fell in despair. "Even Beastmen and Half beastman Warriors are killed or injured when facing a Fierce Beast, let alone a Pure Human like me. That's an impossible condition."
Seeing her dejected expression, a rare, faint smile appeared on Qinghua's usually serious face. "Just focus on finding a place to build your grass hut.
