The other basket was distributed by Wu Yue to the slaves. Fires were lit in their homes for the first time, but unlike the dwellings of the Pure Human males, it was exceptionally quiet here.
The ones who dared to interact with Wu Yue were all former members of smaller tribes. They lit a fire together and tossed the rain-soaked taro into the flames, waiting until the tubers began to release a tempting aroma.
The warmth in their hands rekindled the slaves' spirits, which had grown numb from their labor. They sniffed in disbelief. 'How long has it been? This is the first time I've smelled any food other than grass balls.'
Unbeknownst to Wu Yue, the way these slaves looked at her began to change. Their gazes now held a genuine warmth.
Meanwhile, in the Black Wolf Tribe's territory, deep inside a Salt Crystal Stone cavern, Yuan Lang stared at the miserably wailing, deep-blue furball in his arms, feeling utterly exasperated.
'What species is this thing? How can it wail so much?'
