Chapter 619: Arrival

The Snow Moon Tribe, having won the tribal competition, instantly rose to first place in the hearts of all tribes in the Lin River Forest.

Not only was it the Snow Moon Tribe's formidable combat strength, but also the precious items displayed before all tribes by holding the trade fair—items that even the super tribes across the river did not possess.

The forest breeze was gentle; on the eve of the monthly tribal trade fair, the open space outside the Snow Moon Tribe's walls was already packed tight with countless beast-skin tents, and people gathered not far away at the spot specially set up for roasting food, eating, drinking, and chatting.

Several males squatting by the fire sat together, one side roasting the corn cakes they had just exchanged at the small stall outside the Snow Moon Tribe's gate, while glancing enviously at the basket on the back of another tribe's male beside them.

"Brother, it seems your tribe has found a great trade item—you actually exchanged for so many baskets."

He lowered his head to look at the beast-skin bundle at his feet—really, it's infuriating how people compare themselves to others.

Back when he used to run naked, he never imagined he could ever use a beast-skin bag, but now seeing others behind them with a sturdy, good-looking basket that holds a lot and can be carried on the back without using both hands, he couldn't help feeling a pang of envy.

These baskets are very common in the Snow Moon Tribe; at the trade market, many Snow Moon Tribe members' stalls can exchange them, or even exchange them using trade coins.

The male sitting across the fire, hearing this, scratched his head in a simple-minded way: "It's because our tribe's location is good; each time we attend the tribal trade fair and transport stones over, the Snow Moon Tribe gives us trade coins, with which we can buy many things."

As he spoke, he proudly slapped the beast-skin pouch at his waist, which was as big as two of his palms, and a clattering sound came from inside.

That clear, refreshing sound could only be trade coins—what else could it be?

The male who had earlier asked felt jealous, and the males of the surrounding tribes all turned green-eyed.

They bitterly bit into the corn cakes in their hands, waiting for the trade fair to begin, when they would exchange all the goods they brought for trade coins, just to hear that sound.

A low, resonant howl came from afar—it was coming from the edge of the Snow Moon Tribe's territory.

The beastfolk's howl pierced the forest and night sky, reaching the ears of the Snow Moon Tribe's patrol squad.

Teng Qian, who had been dozing on a beast-skin mat, sprang up, wiped away some unknown substance from the corner of his eye, and, leading the patrol squad's males, sprinted wildly toward the direction the sound came from.

On the open ground, the tribesfolk watched that squad of Snow Moon Tribe males wearing identical fine clothes, and they all drooled with envy.

"I don't know which tribe this is again, daring to travel at night."

"Could it be people from several big tribes?"

The open ground remained lively, but on the other side of the Snow Moon Tribe's territory, Teng Qian, who had sprinted all the way to the border, raised his eyebrows upon seeing that familiar long curly hair.

It turned out to be the beastman warriors of the Sea Clan Super Tribe, standing beside them was none other than Kulo, who had always been in charge of healing the shamans and facilitating trade between them and the Snow Moon Tribe.

Seeing the familiar face, the long-curly-haired beastman also involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

"Teng Qian, we meet again."

The long-curly-haired, pale-faced beastman who had returned once became a bit more polite and a bit less arrogant.

"Welcome to the Snow Moon Tribe; Wu Yue is still waiting in the tribe—bring your things and follow me."