His eyes, dark and as bottomless as an ancient well, sent a jolt through the surrounding Beastn.
When the middle-aged Beastman saw him regain consciousness, he quickly squatted down and asked with concern, "Yuan Lang, how are you feeling?"
Yuan Lang’s deep, dark eyes narrowed. He exhaled softly, suppressing the intense pain wracking his body. "I’m... alright."
His voice was low and heavy, as if he were holding sothing back.
The middle-aged Beastman sighed. He took a dried herb from the pouch at his waist. After a mont of hesitation, he finally held it out. "Yuan Lang, eat this."
Yuan Lang was one of the strongest Beastn of the tribe’s younger generation, as well as the leader of this salt-trading expedition.
In the battle against Fierce Beasts to protect the salt, he had sustained the most severe injuries.
Yuan Lang took the herb. His well-defined fingers, stained with blood and gri, gently broke off the tip and placed it in his mouth before he handed the rest back.
"Share it with the others."
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. After a long mont, the look in his eyes shifting, his thin lips parted. "Where is this?"
The middle-aged Beastman and the other tribesn from the Snow Tiger Tribe stared, stunned, at the Beastman on the ground. "Yuan Lang, what’s wrong with you? This is the Polar Forest. We’re almost back to the tribe."
The middle-aged Beastman’s expression grew grim. ’Yuan Lang is...’
A Beastman’s eyesight was exceptional; seeing in the dark was a simple matter. As he clearly saw his surroundings and the n around him, clad only in Beast Skin loincloths, the confusion in Yuan Lang’s heart intensified.
’What in the world is this place?’
He rembered covering the retreat with his two Deputy Generals. Overwheld and outnumbered, he had ultimately jumped into Dead Man’s Ravine.
’Dead Man’s Ravine was filled with jagged rocks. Where would there be towering mountains and a dense forest like this?’
UGH!!! Suddenly, a violent headache washed over Yuan Lang. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling as if sothing was surging through his mind.
It grew clearer with the pain.
After a long while, the excruciating pain gradually subsided. The ground around Yuan Lang was already soaked with sweat.
As the headache faded, the sounds around him slowly filtered back into his awareness.
"Yuan Lang, what’s wrong?"
"Uncle, do you think Yuan Lang hurt his head?"
"Let’s stop resting. We should carry the injured and head straight back to the tribe. We’ve already lost too many of our people."
Yuan Lang’s eyes remained tightly shut, his muscular chest heaving. The images that had flooded his mind were gradually coming into focus—they belonged not to him, but to another person...
’No, I should say, the mories of a Beastman.’
’This Beastman who shared my na... at the last mont of his life, he burned his beast mark as a sacrifice to the Beast God. Could that be why I’m here?’
’Another world? A strange, new world.’
Yuan Lang opened his eyes and looked at the tribesn around him. "I’m fine now. I probably just injured my head during the fight. I’m feeling much better."
The middle-aged Beastman’s face lit up. "Yuan Lang, you’re better?"
Knowing what he ant, Yuan Lang nodded slightly. "When I first woke up, I thought I’d gone to see the Beast God."
The other Beastn had a mont of realization, and one of them even joked, "So, did you see the Beast God?"
The words had barely left his mouth when he was thrashed by the surrounding tribesn, forcing him to duck and weave away, yelping, "Ow! Ow!"
Seeing that he was truly all right, the middle-aged Beastman let out a huge breath of relief and sat down on the grass. "You kid, you scared your uncle half to death. If sothing had happened to you, how could I ever face your Father and Amu?"
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