There was only one flat dirt road leading to Beast Gathering City. To ensure the safe transport of their goods, most tribes chose this route.
On the very first day, they encountered several unfamiliar tribes.
The Beastmen from both sides mostly kept their heads down, pulling their cargo without a word. They did their best to treat each other as if they were invisible, hoping to avoid unnecessary trouble and prevent covetous eyes from landing on their tribe's goods.
However, because the Luoten Tribe was using large pushcarts—the likes of which the other Beastmen had never seen—they attracted glances and whispers from many tribes, despite their attempts to keep a low profile.
Ling Hong's gaze turned icy, and a glacial glare swept over them.
The group of Beastmen immediately lowered their heads and guiltily quickened their pace, moving farther ahead.
An Jin was sitting on the very cart he was pulling. When it stopped abruptly, she stumbled and nearly pitched forward.
