Qiong took a few shallow breaths, squatted down, and groped to adjust the angle of the rough wooden stick that served as his left foot.
After his leg was severed, the clan members made him a simple prosthetic, barely allowing him to walk, but there was no thought of comfort. After prolonged use, it would lean to one side, needing occasional adjustments like this.
Becoming disabled was indeed very inconvenient. Just trekking to the entrance of the Upper Area of the Underground City left him gasping for air.
This time, he came to seek the Puki.
You could say it was purely risking oneself, not to mention the terrifying Chis still lurking in the Underground City, Shover had mentioned that those Puki were probably not good-natured either.
But the tribe's stored food was running low. Whether migrating south or continuing to survive here, they ultimately couldn't avoid coming to the Underground City.
