At dusk, Wu Yuan returned with his people. They had made a great haul: besides the corpses of three elite-level ferocious beasts, they had also brought back ten primitive humans.
After Zhang Yang casually took a few glances, he immediately lost his composure. Those ten primitive humans were completely different from the Neanderthals. They were all around 1.67 meters tall, with well-proportioned builds and slender limbs—at least compared to the Neanderthals. They should be Homo Sapiens.
More importantly, they were all wearing clothes made from animal hides. The workmanship was visibly quite good, and the clothes even carried some crude, primitive decorations.
They were also all wearing leather shoes, carrying simple hunting bows on their backs, and wearing bronze swords at their waists. What the hell—could they still be considered primitive humans? They were practically entering slave society already.
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Yang's mind, but he did not hurry over. Wu Yuan had already led the ten strangers toward him. Clearly, he had not captured them; whatever this was, it must be important.
"Village Chief, today I took the tribe farther out to hunt. About fifty li from here, we encountered these short men. They called themselves the Tiger Tribe and said they came from farther east. They came here to search for the Sun's Son priest of their tribe. I spoke with them and feel that the youth Guy you mentioned to me before is very likely the Sun's Son priest they're looking for."
Wu Yuan briefly explained what had happened. Zhang Yang's face remained expressionless, but inside, his thoughts boiled like a pot on the fire.
The Tiger Tribe?
The Sun's Son priest? That male protagonist, Guy?
Could this be a hidden plotline?
Zhang Yang rubbed his chin and quickly recalled the main plot of the