For some reason, the Savage Tribe lived in dense forests and had no toothbrushes with inconvenient bathing, yet their teeth were as white as snowflakes, and their bodies carried no foul smell but a faint fragrance instead.
Startled by the remark as he was sniffing the girl's scent, Wang Dadong quickly said, "No, he's my friend."
The Savage Princess immediately jabbered something to two rugged Savage men, who then released Yang Jian.
At that moment, Yang Jian had almost peed himself from fright.
He had come so close to being dismembered by the savages.
The savages were too fierce; to them, there was hardly any difference between humans and animals. They would kill or butcher as they pleased.
With one arm around the girl's slender waist and riding on Leopard, Wang Dadong was completely at ease, while Yang Jian suffered, walking on foot, getting beaten by the two Savage men if he slowed down.
After about an hour of walking, a stockade built of wood and stone appeared before them.