Xiu Yan moved quickly. It had taken over two days to reach this place initially, but now he had already reached the territory of the Dashi Tribe by nightfall.
As time passed, the forest that had been destroyed by the earthquake slowly began to recover. Broken branches withered and fell, and new sprouts emerged from the trunks.
"Shall we check out the Dashi Tribe's camp?" Xiu Yan's low voice echoed in the darkness.
Ji Nuan, perched on his back, nodded, "Let's take a look, but we must be careful. Who knows what the situation is now?"
His deep eyes narrowed, and Xiu Yan slowed the beating of his wings, flying silently towards the Dashi Tribe's camp. Despite the deep night, he didn't expect the camp to be so lively. From such a distance, Ji Nuan could still hear the cheers and shouts of the orc.
She frowned, was there some sort of celebration going on?
