Chapter 613 (2/2)

“We should make it on time.” That was the conclusion he made.

“Yes, we should arrive tomorrow,” said Huang Ye.

The place terrain they were at showed that they were very close to the trading point.

“What food do you think they prepared? Did they just prepare a bunch of meat? “ Qu Ce looked at the meat roasting on the fire and was feeling hungry.

“Who knows?” An Eight Limb warrior yawned. He was starting to regret coming here. The journey was long and who knows what kind of weird food those savages would serve.

“Don’t think so much, you'll find out tomorrow.”

“Makes sense.”

Soon, the only sounds heard were the fire crackling and the snores of the beasts.

The next day, just as they predicted they reached a road with a sign that said “Flaming River Trading Point” on it by noon.

“Ah, we’re here,” said Qu Ce.

“Continue forward,” The chief pointed in a direction.

The people around the area were probably Flaming Horn tribespeople.

The road here was made well, it was stable even when the beasts walked on it.

Suddenly one of the warriors shouted.

“Look, what is that?!”

The group looked at where he was pointing. There stood a tall stone building that exceeded the height of the forest.

Soon they saw the large wall surrounding the area.

They saw a fair share of great walls but this one was filled with paintings which surprised the group.

It wasn’t because the paintings were horrific, the art style was just visually stimulating.

It was an explosion of colours in the middle of the green forest.

The wall here was smooth unlike the other walls in other parts of the world, making it the perfect canvas for paintings.

The painting depicted many people, preserving the values of the people living here. Most of the tribes had a similar characteristic, drawing humans in an abstract manner. This was very prominent here.

As people of larger tribes with larger world views, the Mang and Eight Limb tribes weren’t easily impressed by artwork yet this painting surprised them..

The people held all sorts of tools, many they could recognise but some they had never seen before.

The patterns added a certain flavour to the painting which made the flat painting come to life. The lines had obvious differences in their thickness which added character to every single detail. There were a lot of gold accessories in the painting and the plants were painted in gold and purple.

The roughness of the painting may not be up to the taste of some tribes but here it showcased the wild character of the people in the tribe. There was wildness and beauty in the dots, lines and colours.

There were quite a few paintings there. A few showed the fire seed undergoing some sort of transformation.

There were paintings of the beasts too. Many of which the two tribes didn’t recognise. This had a different art style as the Flaming Horn tribespeople used their ancient way of drawing for this painting.

These paintings were mostly done by Shao Xuan. Of course, Shao Xuan could have done more to each of the paintings but the deadline didn’t allow it. The people here liked the ancient way of drawing here so he mostly stuck to that way and added some of his flair to the paintings. Anything more would be too much of a difference for the people to appreciate.

Just as Shao Xuan expected, the Flaming Horn tribespeople were very pleased with his drawing.

The tribes that arrived these few days all stopped to look at the paintings when they passed by. This included the Mang and Eight Limbs tribe.

“What tree is that?”

“I don't know.”

“What about this one?”

“I’ve never seen it before.”

“That one… Wait, I know that one. They found that crop, what is it called?”

“Cabbage?”

“Yes. That’s it, cabbage! We saw Flaming Horn planting them when we went into the forest last winter!”

The group pointed and discussed the painting.

As the group moved forward, they were greeted with the huge stone buildings which left them with mixed feelings.

This is the new land Flaming Horn found to live on?

This is the “Flaming River Trading Point”?

This was… way out of their expectations.

What was that saying again?

‘I’m most at ease when you’re struggling.’

By the same logic, they were bitter when Flaming Horn was doing well.