The matter of heading to the Right Stronghold was settled.
Although Su Changsheng harbored misgivings, he had no definite reason to stop the Fox Book Yao Alliance's migration plan.
This was not his decision to make.
With the tide running this way, he could not resist it, only drift along. Besides, he could hardly say he suspected something was wrong with Zhou Hu King. How would that be any different from courting death?
At a glance, the migration procession was a densely packed mass. Most were bottom-rung yao below the third level, with the likes of Big Toad and Stone Man conspicuously among them.
There were also occasional fourth- and fifth-level beings.
But they were scarce, only a dozen or so. A large portion of those were merely hitching a ride to the Right Stronghold to make a living.
Most of the yao gathered in groups of three or five. Every last one carried bundles of various sizes, looking at first glance like refugees fleeing famine.
Besides them, over a dozen tall Yao Beasts shaped like oxen and elephants walked in the very center of the procession, bearing heavy supplies.
Yao Beasts were no different from wild yao: dim-witted but enormous. Some large Yao Groups raised a few specifically to transport things.
In years when food was scarce, they were occasionally used as provisions, though they tasted terrible.
They set out from the Yao Stronghold's southern gate.
They headed west... ahem, southeast.
The procession was long. With nearly a thousand yao and all their supplies, it took a full two to four hours to leave the stronghold's sphere of influence and approach the true endless wilderness.
"Stop!"
"Wait here for now."
"We'll set off again in two hours."
"Pass the word down. All yao at the third level or above