Su Qinglan sat frozen on the floor, the weight of the sleeping Xiao Yi in her lap feeling heavier than ever.
Her mind was racing. How could a beast tide be happening now? The tribe had only just survived a disastrous rainy season that nearly washed them away.
They were finally beginning to enjoy peace, and now a wave of death was heading toward them.
She realized then that in this world, beauty and danger always walked hand in hand. You could never let your guard down.
"Xuyu!" she called out to the system in her mind, her voice sharp with panic. "What is the reason for this? Why a beast tide now?"
The system's mechanical voice responded calmly, which only made her more anxious.
