The night slowly descended, and the long caravan entered the oasis.
They were very measured, or rather cautious, in avoiding where Zhang Yuan was, setting up their camp on the other side of the Crescent Pool, maintaining a safe distance for both sides.
Even though Zhang Yuan was alone.
Zhang Yuan noticed that this caravan from the Hulan Tribe was extremely organized, with clearly defined roles for everyone. Some were responsible for the outer vigilance, some set up tents, others lit the bonfire, and there were those who slaughtered lambs.
Interestingly, the firewood they used was also brought with them and not cut from any trees in the oasis.
Before long, piles of blazing bonfires were set up opposite Zhang Yuan.
Then they placed the freshly slaughtered lambs over them.
Zhang Yuan could even smell the aroma of the roasting meat wafting over—carrying a special scent of spices.
To his surprise, after a while, the tribal warrior named Bazhad came over.
