He remembered Lord Wuyue had said a few days ago that they still needed the people from these small and mid-sized tribes to dig a moat, so he was a bit confused.
'Life here is so good. There's food to eat every day, and we even get to live in houses. Why would these people want to leave?'
The tall, robust male recognized Chang Ye. He was from his own tribe—one of the group that had been traded away along with the sickly Yue.
But Chang Ye was no longer the person they had abandoned. He'd heard that Chang Ye had caught the eye of the Snow Tiger Tribe's new witch and had become the leader of the slaves. He was also capable of making many things; even members of the Snow Tiger Tribe had to trade food with them for items they wanted.
The tall, robust Beastman had lost the imposing air he once had as Chang Ye's Clan Leader. He stood up, wringing his hands a little awkwardly.
