Chapter 781: Gold-Medal Salesman Old Shaman

Wu Yue shook her head: "Let's walk and see, I now have shamanic power, I'm not as weak as before."

"Walking these roads shouldn't be a problem."

Yuan Lang respected her choice, only silently thinking to himself that if she couldn't walk later, he would have other Beastfolk help carry the sand nest, while he carried her.

The trade fair had long been an established custom, and nobody needed to prepare anything extra.

Each person carried a large leather bag, bulging with supplies.

The old shaman brought a tall Beastman Warrior over to the two and said, "Shaman Yue, this is a capable little guy from our tribe."

"I see your guardian Beastfolk has to carry the sand nest; why not let him carry you instead?"

He patted the Beastfolk's arm, the Beastfolk gave an embarrassed smile, and instantly turned into a huge lizard.

"Our tribe's Beastfolk take the form of sand lizards; though they don't look great, their temperaments are all good."

Wu Yue smiled faintly at the old shaman who had turned into a top-notch salesman.

Meanwhile, Yuan Lang's face had already darkened.

This little old man acts as if he's dead, actually introducing a strange male to Yue right in front of her.

"Thank you for your concern, Shaman Sir, but my mount is actually nearby; I can just ride it when we set out."

I see your tribe has plenty of goods too; you strong Beastfolk should bring more items to the gathering.

The old shaman sighed with some regret: "Alright, then Shaman Yue, you all prepare; I'll have the tribe notify you when we depart later."

Wu Yue smiled and nodded, pretending not to see the downcast little glance of the sand lizard Beastfolk nearby who had reverted to Beastfolk form.

She turned and grabbed the big hand of the dark-faced Beastfolk: "Don't be angry, I haven't agreed to anything."

Help me think, should we take out some salt and other supplies later?

Knowing she was changing the subject, Yuan Lang sighed helplessly, took her hand, and walked toward the tribe's outskirts: "You just said Cloud-Stepping is outside."

Let's go find Cloud-Stepping now and bring out some salt and hides.

The Beastfolk guards had already received the Shaman Sir's orders.

Upon learning the two wanted to go find their mount, the Beastfolk guard bowed and let them pass.

Yuan Lang scooped up Wu Yue and sprinted quickly back toward the direction they had come from.

"Someone's following us from behind."

Along the way, the scattered poison insects hid quietly beneath the sand, constantly transmitting messages to Wu Yue.

First get the supplies ready; when I turn past that sand dune ahead, you immediately release Cloud-Stepping.

Wu Yue nodded.

Cold sand grit blew past their cheeks; Yuan Lang sped up, his silhouette vanishing beyond the sand dune ahead.

Wu Yue instantly released Cloud-Stepping from her space and tossed a couple of large baskets to hang on its sides.

"Thanks for the hard work, Cloud-Stepping treasure; when we return to the Polar Forest, I'll definitely hunt crystal cores to compensate you."

Hearing her say that, Cloud-Stepping, which had been about to grunt in protest, instantly straightened its back.

And it gave Wu Yue an earnest little look: "Owooo owooo! Ow!"

"Am I doing this for those few crystal cores?"

"I'm doing it for our deep bond!"

Wu Yue's face twitched: "Are beast tactics really this deep nowadays?"

The two flipped onto Cloud-Stepping's back; after a roar, the two persons and beast raced swiftly toward the Sand Lizard Tribe's settlement.

A few Sand Lizard Tribe Beastfolk warriors hiding behind distant sand dunes saw Cloud-Stepping's extraordinary appearance and couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock.