The survivors in those chaotic small cities were much worse off. First, the unequal distribution of resources was a problem. When salt and water became necessities for survival, conflicts between humans broke out again.
Of course, these things had nothing to do with the departing mountain wind, and Lin Qian and the others wouldn't care about them.
Having visited cities and witnessed the living conditions of humans, Lin Qian already understood that humans were not yet capable of settling down, so animals naturally had no need to actively contact them.
Although he misses the life of a human, that was the living conditions during peacetime. Now, Lin Qian does not want to come into contact with humans too early. Tigers will not do anything that is not beneficial.
After another five days of delays, Lin Qian finally saw what the basin looked like.
"Roar—" The excited tiger's roar pierced the night wind and echoed across the basin.
Lin Qian never imagined he would want to go home so much! Courage roared excitedly; the little guy had been quite frustrated these past few days with his movement speed restricted. Although his stepmother was also excited and happy, she was, after all, an adult tiger and wouldn't interfere with her cubs' behavior.
The chipmunk squeaked twice, looking towards the waterfall, eager to return home.
The golden eagles hovered high in the sky and had already spotted the forest where the eagle cliffs were located.
"Chirp—" The Golden Eagle leader sent a message to Lin Qian, it wanted to go home.
Lin Qian also knew that the slow progress during this period was torturous for the beast, but ten days or so would be enough.
"Awooo—" Lin Qian responded, and the Golden Eagle leader's eyes darted around before it flew away in a flash.
The mountain wind, focused on its journey under the moonlight, was unaware of what was happening when it was suddenly lifted into the air. By the time it realized what was happening, it was already flying through the air.
Jin Diao's sharp claws did not harm the boy in the slightest. The strength and posture with which he gripped the boy were very skillful, a method that was firm yet did not cause injury.
The night wind that rushed towards me was chilly, and the mountain wind made me shiver.
The Golden Eagle leader glanced at the boy under its claws, a hint of disdain flashing in its eyes, but silently used its spiritual power to transfer some of the energy through its claws.
Although the Golden Eagle was "carrying" the mountain wind forward, the Golden Eagle leader did not dare to go too fast because of the mountain wind's fragile nature, otherwise what came was not a cold wind but a fierce gale.
Thanks to the mountain wind, the beasts' progress was still much slower.
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