Chapter 780: Old Shaman Gifts the Sand Hut

Wu Yue looked at the stone jar: "Is this the scorpion beast's blood?"

The old shaman, seeing her interested expression, handed over the stone jar he was holding.

"Yes, this jar of scorpion beast blood is what I exchanged with the great tribe."

"The blood's power is strong; with its adhesive and the protection of this sand hut, this sandstorm will pose no danger."

"Are there also tribal trading gatherings here?"

Wu Yue took the stone jar the old shaman handed over, curious.

The old shaman chuckled: "Of course there are; I remember when I was young, traveling and even participating in your outside tribe's trading fair."

"Our tribes living around the oasis hold several trading meetings each year."

"Everyone agrees to hold it when the desert weather is best, gathering at the edge of the great tribe's encampment in the oasis."

"To exchange needed items."

Speaking, he looked at Wu Yue: "I previously said I would bring Shaman Yue to see the great tribe's shaman, also because the most recent trading fair is about to be held."

"Although winter weather is cold, sandstorms and such disasters are fewer than at other times."

"Although this sandstorm is powerful, its duration will not be long."

"Moreover, after this, there will not be another for a very long time."

"We can set out for the oasis with peace of mind."

Wu Yue nodded in understanding.

Next, as the old shaman said, the sandstorm that seemed about to sweep the entire endless desert lasted only a day before slowly dissipating.

The next day, the distant sky already faintly showed some blue.

The Beastman Warrior moved the board blocking the sand hut.

Several people emerged one after another from the not very spacious sand hut.

Wu Yue drew several deep breaths of air still faintly smelling of earth.

Four people crowded in the sand hut for a night; she felt the air inside had become somewhat thin.

Although there were ventilation holes, it still felt oppressive.

"Haha, Shaman Yue is not used to it, huh."

"Taking refuge in sand huts from sandstorms and such disasters has already become part of our lives."

The old shaman burst out laughing.

Wu Yue gave a wry smile: "Every territory's environment is different; I'm just not used to it."

At that moment, on the sandy dune clearing, the tribe's people were tidying up their living places.

Some tribe members laughed while digging out the sand huts of their fellows buried under the sand.

"Haha, this guy was indeed buried, huh."

"I said his chosen spot was no good."

"After we dig him out later, we'll definitely give him a good mocking."

The males dug, the females helped carry, a bustling scene.

"Shaman Yue, I've just instructed the chief to make a new sand hut for the two of you to live in."

"That sand hut, although not as sturdy as the one I currently live in, is also made from bronze-tier scorpion beast blood."

"You can take it with you when you leave."

He patted Yuan Lang's sturdy arm: "For a mighty Beastman Warrior, carrying a sand hut while walking poses no problem at all."

Wu Yue felt moved in her heart; the old shaman was giving them a safe house in the desert.

That night, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang rested in the new sand hut sent by the chief.

Without having to crowd with strangers, the two slept well.

The next day they were awakened by the tribe's lively chatter.

Yuan Lang had already packed his belongings into the beast‑skin wrap.

Seeing her wake up, he handed over a bamboo tube: "Wash up first; we're setting out today. In a bit I'll be carrying this sand hut—do you want to summon the Cloud Stepping?"

"The journey to the oasis might be somewhat far."

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