Qing Yan sighed deeply and asked, "Have you found any others?"
Shu Feng shook his head, blinking his brown eyes as he softly said, "You're the first one."
Qing Yan had guessed this would be the answer. He stood up, brushing the dirt off his body, and his deep voice sounded, "Come with me. There are some more of our Tribesmen waiting for me not far from here."
Shu Feng's face lit up with joy, his refined demeanour completely gone as he asked repeatedly, "Really? Is that true? There are more of us nearby?"
"Yes, a few. They escaped from the Tribe with me." Qing Yan said, his face also filled with sadness as he continued, "But there aren't many left now…"
"How many people are left?" Shu Feng asked excitedly. As long as they were still a;ove, it was good news. It was better than returning empty-handed.
"Including me, twenty-three people. Originally, there were over a hundred…" Qing Yan' eyes were full of sorrow.
