The relocation work was proceeding in an orderly fashion, and Lin Yun had thought they might encounter some difficulties or setbacks, such as someone obstructing their departure, or someone causing trouble while they were gathering food and water.
However, everything went smoothly.
Many people said that even if it meant traveling the harsh winter route again, they were willing to do it.
The words Guyu had spoken were also spreading among the tribe, and many young people were as if injected with chickens' blood, hardly able to wait to set off.
It was Qingming and Guyu who calmed them down, telling them not to be too excited. Right now, they had only determined the need to leave. The specifics of how they would go, where they would start from, which way they would take, where the destination would be, and what they would do once they arrived, had not yet been decided.
At present, only one thing was decided.
That was that they could leave.
