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This elicited laughter from the surrounding tribespeople.
Han Muye stepped forward, took off the beast skin draped over him, helped him put on his clothes properly, and then used a golden belt to tie the robe.
After this tidying up, the big man's figure lost the previous roughness and wildness, and gained a bit more of a proper appearance.
The big man waved his sleeve and, smiling, patted Han Muye's shoulder.
"I'm Zhu Rong, from now on you're my brother."
...
There were a total of over two hundred and thirty people in the Blazing Prairie Tribe, all of whom were of the human race and had been living in the Wasteland for generations.
Speaking of living here generation after generation, in fact, they themselves didn't know where they came from, and then they migrated here step by step.
That was the way of the human race in the Desolate Wilderness.
Living by fate.
