Feng Yiren carried Lin Huahua all the way back without the slightest intention of putting her down.
The path back to the tribe road was rough and uneven, made of hard packed earth, little stones, and the marks of many beast feet.
Various men had stripes on their arms and Lin Huahua could not help but count them.
Hmm, so most of them have just one stripes and very few had three stripes?
Lin Huahua thought to herself as she made a mental note that not everyone was as strong as her own males.
That thought immediately made her filled with pride.
Of course I am the princess, I deserve the best.
Lin Huahua thought as her eyes continued scanning the environment.
On both sides were low stone huts, animal hide curtains, drying meat hanging on wooden racks, and smoke rising from fire pits.
The whole place still looked wild and old, like a world that had not yet learned what neatness was. Even the wind carried the smell of firewood, beasts, soil, and roasted meat.
