"Clan Leader, a slave got injured. He can't hunt anymore, so we were planning to throw him out of the tribe."
When the beastmen saw An Jin in the distance, they immediately fell silent and quickly cleared a path for her to pass.
In the center of the circle of beastmen, a male beastman lay collapsed and unconscious.
His face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. Compared to the other burly, strong beastmen, he looked considerably frail, as if he hadn't had enough to eat for a long time.
An Jin had a very good memory and recognized him at a glance. He was one of the beastmen from the Luoten Tribe from two years ago.
Now, he held the status of a slave in her tribe.
There were over 200 others who shared the same slave status as this injured beastman.
Slaves were not entitled to the tribe's food distribution and had to do the hardest, most grueling work. It was the lowest status in the tribe.
