Just as expected, when Fu Yi - tired to the point of collapse - saw Ya Li hanging amusingly covered in a suit of pots, he burst out in a hearty laughter, not bothering to suppress it.
It was Bosson, always prioritizing survival, who promptly stifled his laughter and dragged him away.
Tsk~ What to do when your companion courts death a little too often? Responding online ASAP, urgent!
With a cold huff, Ya Li continued his journey nonchalantly, adorned with a suit of clanging pots. He added a symphony of clashing pots to the journeying horde's thundering footsteps - a harmony surprisingly pleasing to the ear.
After the passage of two fleeting days, the tribes from Eneru and Lamu forests finally traversed the furnace-like Stone Field, arriving at Kunteng Forest.
"Oh my goodness, we actually made it."
"Shaman Ji Nuan, there's a stream here."
