"This hair is soft and fine, belonging to a young beast's fur."
"But it is stained with blood, indicating someone is hunting young beasts!"
Lu Yuan's face gradually turned grim.
The people of the Great Wilderness live by hunting.
If not enough game is hunted next year, most of the tribe members will struggle to even have meals.
Such hunting of young beasts is tantamount to cutting the roots of the Great Wind Tribe!
The Great Wind Tribe would not engage in such a short-sighted act of self-ruin.
Moreover, besides Lu Yuan and Feng Huai'an, no tribe member has the power to set foot in this deep mountain.
Thus, the identity of the other party is already obvious.
"The blood on the fur is still wet, indicating the perpetrators are still nearby. As long as I chase them, I'll find out who they are."
Lu Yuan took the heavy bow from his back and followed the traces left along the way.
As the distance closed.
