The Tribe Shaman looked at Qiao Xixi.
"You may live in the tribe, but you must not do anything to harm its beastmen."
Qiao Xixi nodded.
"Rest assured, Tribe Shaman. We'll get along well with everyone, but…"
Qiao Xixi's gaze swept across the faces of all the beastmen.
"But from now on, if anyone attacks us with baseless malice because of our status as Wandering Beasts, we will not meekly endure it."
"Good."
The Tribe Shaman looked at Lin Mu. "Take them to the stone houses in the west."
"Okay."
Lin Mu was grateful to Qiao Xixi and her group for saving Mi Lan, so his attitude toward them had completely changed.
He enthusiastically helped Jin Ling carry the food.
"Follow me."
"Your shoulder hasn't fully healed yet. Let me hold Qiaoqiao."
With Lin Mu carrying all the food, Jin Ling's hands were now free.
Qiao Xixi glanced at the soundly sleeping Qiao Qiao and said softly, "No, it's fine. The cub is very light."
