The trio set out toward the north east, flying low to avoid alarming the clans.
Even Little Shrubby shrank down to his kitten form, so as to not scare the animals away.
The wide expanse of the steppes stretched endlessly before them, dotted with tents, corrals, and herds of grazing animals. The wind carried the faint scent of livestock and fresh grass. It did not take long for them to find one of the clans, a large encampment of dome-shaped tents made from felt and hide.
As they descended, several herders looked up in alarm, shielding their eyes from the glow of Lin Mu's immortal aura.
The sight of immortals descending from the sky was rare in these parts, and the people quickly gathered near their tents, whispering among themselves. While they did have cultivators among them, they were mostly spirit cultivators, with only a few immortals among them.
