Mo Hua licked his lips, suddenly intrigued.
After being hungry for so long, he finally smelled something delicious.
Without making a sound, he continued to follow the ancestor and grandchild duo as they moved forward.
The Barbarian Tribes' ancestor-grandchild duo, unaware that someone was following them, walked quietly forward. The elder still gave some sparse guidance to the child along the way:
"When we arrive at the place, you must be respectful."
"This is your blessing..."
"...a blessing for the tribe. If your father knew, he would be proud of you..."
The child nodded in a daze. After a while, he clutched his empty stomach and said:
"Grandpa, I'm hungry."
The Barbarian elder took out some rough dry food, made of some kind of cheap grain, black and gray, dry and hard.
The child took the dry food and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.
