Under the eager gazes of the two clansmen, Song Zhaohui followed Zhang Shuguang's footsteps.

"Brother Zhang, I'm not trying to hide this on purpose, I just have my own reasons.

You were sincere to me and wanted to help me, and I failed you."

Song Zhaohui apologized.

"What's your reason? Didn't you say you live in a mountain village and make a living by hunting?

As far as I know, this place is located in a remote frontier area and is home to a mixture of various ethnic groups.

Although it cannot be said that transactions are completely free, there is definitely no severe crackdown.

"Selling a few hides isn't a big deal. Just explain it to the law enforcers. Why are you running? What are you afraid of?"

Zhang Shuguang pretended to know nothing.

"We live deep in the rainforest and don't have legal status. We can't explain things that are simple for others."

Song Zhaohui looked at the direction where their tribe lived with empty eyes.

"In the past, our country was at war year after year, and many families or even entire clans fled to escape the chaos of war. Now it's a peaceful time, so all you need to do is re-register your identity!

In the future, your children will be able to go to school, sick family members will be able to see a doctor, and men and women of marriageable age will be able to marry freely.

You can even join the army, find a job, and enjoy all the benefits of Dragon Country citizens."

"Little brother, we chose to stay in seclusion because we don't want to have any dealings with the government.

Our ancestors were once prominent, but weren’t they eventually exiled along with their entire family?

After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, dynasties changed several times. We also tried to join the world, but the results were not ideal.

Who wants to live like a savage if they can help it?"

Song Zhaohui's face was full of bitterness.