Northeast, in a clearing among the trees.
A young man and woman from the human race, both dressed in primitive styles, walked forward.
The man was handsome, looked to be in his twenties, wore a necklace strung with wild beast fangs around his neck, and held a stone axe.
The woman looked sixteen or seventeen, rather pure and beautiful. Animal hide wrapped her chest, revealing a slim yet fit waist. She wore ornaments made from shells and beast bones, held a rope twisted from some unknown plant fiber, and had a bag of pebbles hanging at her waist.
By now, that plump round sparrow had already fainted on the ground. Clearly, it had been knocked down by the animal-hide-clad girl with a pebble.
"Brother Qing Yuan, this Group Sparrow is still alive! Its life force is really strong. It took one of my stones and didn't even bleed."
The animal-hide-clad girl crouched down and examined her prey. "This Group Sparrow is so cute. Let's bring it back and raise it."
"No. This Group Sparrow is strange. It looks like it was raised by someone."
The man named Qing Yuan refused. "Maybe it belongs to the Mystic Bird Tribe, used to scout our tribe's movements. Qing Rou, kill it and bring it back to make soup."
"Oh, come on. We've already caught it. What threat could it still be?"
Qing Rou carefully picked up the injured Group Sparrow. "Besides, our Qing Clan doesn't have any conflict with the Mystic Bird Tribe... I'll just bring it back and keep it in a cage."
Qing Rou wrapped the dazed Group Sparrow in an animal-hide pouch and hung it around her neck.
The Group Sparrow was very uncomfortable hanging in midair, but with two ample cushions of flesh supporting it from below, it was