The Wing Tiger Tribe was a three or four-day journey from the Liaoshui Tribe.
During those few days, Su Yu spent her time riding on either Shi Wei's or Shengqing's back, only getting down to walk around when the group stopped to rest.
Pregnant and easily fatigued, she was drowsy most days. But with Sang Guo occasionally coming over to chat, the journey wasn't too boring.
At first, there were only Beastmen from the Liaoshui Tribe on the road. After two days of travel, they began to encounter Beastmen from other tribes.
Many males, upon seeing Su Yu, tried to approach and curry favor with her, but they were all scared off by Shengqing and Shi Wei, who stood guard at her side. The more persistent ones who weren't frightened away were simply beaten back.
「On the third day.」
Su Yu lay lazily on Shengqing's head, her delicate, slender hand stroking his cool, smooth snake scales from time to time. Her voice was soft with a hint of languor. "How much longer until we arrive, Shengqing?"
