On the way to the farm, Yan Ming's astonishment grew with each step; this Silver Tiger Tribe was truly different from any beastman tribe he had ever seen, and wealthier too.
Previously, he had been nursing his wounds, so he was unaware of the outside world. Now, as he ventured out, he realized that the beastmen of the Silver Tiger Tribe were unlike any others he had encountered.
The beastmen from his memory were all quite crude, yes, crude indeed. Their hair was always tangled, their beast hide skirts greasy enough to shine, and their body odor could be sensed from afar.
Even in a Super Tribe like the Flame Department, the beastmen were only slightly cleaner, but the beastmen of the Silver Tiger Tribe were all clean and tidy.
The hair of these beastmen was smooth, tied at the back with beast hide ropes, looking neat and clean. Their beast hides were clean too, without any grease. More importantly, these beastmen had no scent.
