Chapter 221: Your dad is ultimately your dad

A few Beastman Warriors didn't keep the beasts waiting long; they had already returned to the agreed-upon place by the time they finished dinner.

Looking at the big bundle of herbs in their Beastfolk bao guo, Wu Yue laughed and cried: 'You mean you flipped the whole patch of grass back over?'

The Beastman Warriors scratched their heads, a little embarrassed: 'Uncle Yuan Qi didn't have the herb that you, Yue, need; he only told us what it looks like, and we were afraid of making a mistake, so we gathered all the grass that looked like it.'

Wu Yue looked at them appreciatively: 'Thanks for your trouble, go eat something; I'll pick out all the herbs from inside.'

Hearing that, the Beastfolk chuckled and shoved each other toward the meat.

'Besides, the herbs those few Beastman Warriors gathered are really plentiful.'

Wu Yue couldn't help but sigh at the Beastfolk's sheer luck in stumbling upon this.

On the other side, Yuan Qi called his troublesome brat to the side, exasperatedly looking at him and said: 'What have you been doing? Why did you take so long?'

Yuan Lang, twitching at the corners of his mouth, told his own dad about the events of the past few days, naturally concealing the matter of the salt crystal.

Since Yue said she would tell them when returning to the tribe, he wouldn't reveal it early.

'Teng Qian kid, you're really more trouble than help; you have no idea how much I've done these past few days to keep other Beastfolk from approaching your little female.'

'You brat, chasing after a little female on your own, and still wanting your old dad to help you clear out the enemy beasts behind you.'

The look directed at Yuan Lang was full of disdain.

Yuan Lang looked at the tall, middle-aged Beastman Warrior before him, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

I never realized before that the feeling of having family is like this, completely different from the camaraderie of brothers-in-arms.

He let out a light laugh: 'Thanks, Dad.'

The middle-aged Beastfolk's face instantly broke into a proud smile: 'You brat, knowing that's enough; when you go back, be sure to speak well of me to your A Mu.'

Yuan Lang sighed helplessly: 'Dad, your status in A Mu's heart is far higher than mine; do I really need to speak well of you for you?'

As the words fell, the middle-aged beautiful Beastfolk raised an eyebrow with a sly grin: 'You don't understand; the effect of me saying it myself versus someone else saying it is naturally different.'

When you say it, you should also praise her, saying she has good taste, picking an excellent Beastman Warrior as a partner.'

Yuan Lang's mouth twitched wildly: '...'

With such shameless words, how can you, Dad, say them without changing your face?

Indeed, what Yue said earlier was correct; on the beast's path, they still have a lot to learn.

Your dad is ultimately your dad, whether you like it or not.

After resting overnight, the Beastfolk hurried nonstop toward the Black Wolf Tribe.

Wu Yue looked at the herbs organized in the basket at her side, feeling greatly relieved.

Although the tribe's Beastman Warrior gathered a variety of herbs yesterday, the amount of the herb she needed was more than sufficient, fully able to meet this treatment's needs.

The Beastfolk marched without pause, and by the time they reached the Black Wolf Tribe, it was already noon of the second day.

The Half-Beast Warrior on guard duty saw them return, his eyes lighting up, and he quickly cleared the path.

Wu Yue and the Beastfolk didn't linger, heading straight to the grass shed where the Half-Beasts had been treated before.