Chapter 83

Zhang Jian put on his pants, tied the waistband, and walked out of the tent. The valley tribe was bustling with activity, as if the festival of the previous night had never happened. Early in the morning, some were preparing for hunting, others were working on tanning leather, and still others were carrying large amounts of wood. Each member of the tribe seemed busy with their own tasks.

Zhang Jian, who had hastily tied up his loose hair, approached the water bucket next to the tent and plunged his head into the water. He held his breath until it became unbearable, then suddenly