Chapter 98 Migration

The weather was pleasantly warm, the wind carrying a slight hint of moisture.

Winters sat on a wooden box, looking bewildered as the felt tent he lived in was dismantled by others.

The removal of the hides and the unbinding of the framework turned the cozy felt tent into a pile of sticks and several bundles of leather in an instant.

Suddenly, many people appeared in the camp, and the pastoralists spread out over several kilometers all came over.

Strangers speaking unfamiliar languages moved about, swiftly taking apart the entire camp, tying and loading it onto the backs of oxen.

Although it appeared chaotic, in reality, everyone knew what they were supposed to do, and each was busy with their tasks.

They were familiar with this routine, no words needed—except for Winters.

Erhulan was busy taking inventory of items, and for the time being, she couldn't attend to Winters.

As for Little Lion, he simply wasn't in the camp.