Migratory Clans

In the next few days, the captive-escorting troop was all in peace, with nothing big happening at all.

On the straight road paved with flagstones, this large troop had been moving directly south. One couldn’t see the head or tail of this troop, and could only hear rumbling footsteps that even made the ground shake constantly. From time to time, one could hear those non-humankind slaves’ howls and yells, human warriors’ excoriations, and the sounds of whip lashes.

During these couple of days, Mo Shan and Mo Shui had been extra attentive to Ji Hao. Every day, they would show up around Ji Hao for a few times, either bringing Ji Hao some wine and grilled meat or fresh fruits collected by Ink Ape Clan warriors from quite far away. Anyway, they were so complaisant to Ji Hao, as if Ji Hao was their true blood father.

However, no matter what they presented, Ji Hao would always accept it in front of them, then burn it all out with fire after they left.