Du Mao saw Wu Hen return, and tears welled up in his eyes.
If he lost his brother-in-arms, who knew what hardships lay ahead.
After all, the Ancient Clan was incredibly formidable. Without Wu Hen's comfort, Du Mao felt his self-esteem would be shattered and he would become someone who had no idea how to cultivate.
"Du Mao, pluck the feathers of this roc, then roast it over the fire. Tonight, everyone will have roast chicken!"
"Roast the whole thing? Not saving any for the Cold Era?"
"Ah, everyone's happy today. Plus, we're celebrating Wu Hen finally becoming an adult who can help with hunting. With an extra hunter in the village, there's no worrying about getting through the winter. Eat to your heart's content! And prepare more wine!" the old village chief chimed in.
