On the Myriad Beast Plains, a long caravan moved forward, its carts piled with dismembered Spirit Beast remains.
This was a transport convoy, one that specialized in hauling Spirit Beast corpses.
Of course, on the Myriad Beast Plains, they had another name—garbage carts.
In a fantasy world with spatial storage, this traditional method of transport was extremely primitive and outdated. Anything truly valuable had already been taken after a Spirit Beast was hunted. As for the remaining massive chunks of flesh and blood, experts could not be bothered to collect them. Other than taking up space in their storage treasures, they were useless to them.
But this flesh and blood was not truly worthless. Even selling it to restaurants in major cities could bring in a considerable sum. Over time, the Myriad Beast Plains gained many such teams that went around "collecting garbage."
The same had existed in Liu Bai's previous life. Many people doing this did not necessarily earn less than those with respectable jobs—it merely looked undignified.
As the caravan moved slowly onward, a solitary figure suddenly appeared before them. The middle-aged leader of the convoy immediately became wary and signaled to the guards beside him with his eyes.
Seeing this, a young man who resembled the leader by sixty percent immediately understood and quietly went to alert those at the rear.
Only when they drew closer did the middle-aged leader see clearly that the other party was a young man dressed in a black robe. He did not look very old, likely even younger than the leader's own son. Yet the more this was the case, the more vigilant the leader became.
A young man who dared to travel alone to such a chaotic place was either a fool or had something to rely on. After roaming