It took Sun Hang a full ten-plus minutes to figure out that what this remnant called "hunting" wasn't about killing Sinking Sand Giant Worms, but about tracking their movement routes and following right behind their asses to collect a special kind of "secretion."
And people like Nuer, in their settlement, were called "Hunters."
On the other side, the advance team had originally planned to come over, but Sun Hang decisively vetoed their plan—after a period of communication, Nuer had already put down most of his guard against Sun Hang. If a bunch of unfamiliar "outsiders" suddenly popped up now, there was no guarantee Nuer wouldn't have some kind of extreme reaction.
"This is what I'm supposed to collect." Nuer rummaged a few leather-stitched bags out of the sand skiff's wreckage. Sun Hang opened one and saw a pale-red viscous liquid inside, giving off a pungent fishy stench.
