Just as Zongfeng was about to continue chatting with Ang, the lizardman who had come to urge him earlier ran over again, looking somewhat anxious.
"Zongfeng, the elders are still waiting for you."
Zongfeng glanced at Ang, apology in his eyes.
"You should go. The tribe's affairs come first." Ang smiled and waved a hand.
Zongfeng nodded and hurried away, leaving Ang to wander through the tribe alone.
The Wind Cry Scale Shepherd Tribe was enormous, with tents scattered throughout the settlement. Lizardmen bustled about in twos and threes, repairing tools or slaughtering cattle and sheep.
The air was filled with the distinctive gamey smell of the grassland, mixed with the scent of earth. Ang carefully observed the lives of these Grassland Lizardmen.
He stopped beside a campfire, where a burly female lizardman crouched with a bone knife in hand, slicing chunks of bright red mutton into a clay pot.
The mutton was only half-cooked, and steam carrying the smell of blood rose from the pot.
Ang watched from the side for a while. The female lizardman seemed to notice his gaze and looked up, revealing her scaled face. Curiosity glimmered in her eyes.
"You want some?" the female lizardman asked in a hoarse voice.
"No, no need." Ang quickly waved his hands.
"What, you don't like mutton?" The female lizardman tilted her head.
"I like it fully cooked." Ang smiled and took out two pieces of Fine Cassava from his pack, tossing them lightly in his hand.
When the female lizardman saw the Fine Cassava, confusion flashed through her eyes. She had clearly never seen such food before. Ang casually handed her one piece.
"Want to try it?"
The female lizardman took the Fine Cassava and bit into it, copying Ang. Sweetness spread across her tongue, and her eyes