The next morning, Yang Qing and the others had only just woken when they discovered a table full of steaming food laid out in the little building where they were staying.
Standing beside the food was Wood.
"We don't have much else here, but we have plenty of fish."
Seeing all their eyes settle on the food, Wood scratched his head a little sheepishly. "Please make do and eat a little, or I won't be able to answer to the clan chief."
Wood knew Yang Qing and the others were different from him. They came from the outside world, had lived through different things, and had seen far more.
What he had not expected was for Yang Qing to sit down at the table without a word, pick out some things he could eat, and leave the rest to Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou.
Only after watching the three finish breakfast without showing the slightest discomfort did Wood breathe a sigh of relief. Then he continued, "The clan chief said to go see him once you've eaten."
The clan chief had said some other things too, but Wood could not mention those yet.
Yang Qing glanced at him and naturally caught the unusual gleam that flashed through Wood's eyes.
It seemed there might well be another interesting spectacle waiting for them.
At that thought, Yang Qing withdrew his gaze and pretended he knew nothing.
The three moved quickly. Once they had finished eating, Wood took them to the clan chief.
When the old man saw the three arrive, he motioned for them to follow him and headed onward.
The people of the Hidden Clan lived on the water, but there were still a few places connected to land.
The Old Clan Chief led Yang Qing and the others toward a