The beastmen could just touch the very top of the tent by reaching up, which meant it was quite spacious for Wu Yue.
Teng Qian eagerly brought over many armfuls of dry hay to spread inside the tent, and Yuan Lang also placed Wu Yue's rescued back-basket inside.
The surrounding tribespeople stared at the grand and impressive tent the three beastmen had built, each of them dumbfounded.
Grandma Hua Shu poked Yuan Qi, who was beside her. "Since when did our boy have skills like this?"
Yuan Qi shook his head. "I have no idea. I'm just as surprised."
Two pairs of suspicious eyes shot a chilling glare at the beastman, who was standing before Wu Yue with his chin held high, proudly awaiting praise.
Yuan Lang's body suddenly stiffened. He wasn't sure if it was because the night wind was too chilly, but he felt a sudden coldness at his back.
