Before listening to the story, Zhao Si first got a clear picture of his current situation.
From the lake he had chosen, a small path led to the hills of Altus Plateau, and after a long trek from there, he could return to Leyndell. Near the lake was a cave inhabited by a family of Beastmen-Grandmother Wolf and her family.
Not all Beastmen lived in Crumbling Farum Azula. A small number still lived in the Lands Between, though they were isolated from the world and rarely interacted with humans. They could gather resources from the land and live contented lives. With few desires, they had no need for fine clothes, exquisite delicacies, or great castles.
Living in a cave was enough. Come to think of it, wasn't that how beasts had survived in the beginning? Though they possessed intelligence, they had, in a sense, returned to their ancestors' way of life.
Then, just as Grandmother Wolf had said, the other Beastmen had discovered Zhao Si unconscious on the shore while carrying buckets to the lake to fetch water. The beasts were kindhearted. Considering the lava spilling out of the volcano, they thought he had fallen victim to the eruption and lent a helping hand, carrying him back to the cave to care for him.
According to Grandmother Wolf, Zhao Si had been unconscious for about eight days.
Eight days-what about eating, drinking, and relieving himself?
Grandmother Wolf chuckled. "The children fed you liquid food."
Zhao Si felt no physical discomfort, and to avoid embarrassment, he did not press her with questions like how they had handled his bodily waste. He did not want an old Beastwoman commenting on his lower half, much less to know how those furry Beastmen had cared for him.
At present, his body was still too