"Xuan, the leader, I'll go find the Witch first, just wait for a moment."
"Okay."
Huo Meng hurriedly went to find the Witch of the Frog Tribe. Jiang Xuan, on the other hand, wasn't in a rush, instead watching the surrounding scenery with interest.
In the wooden hut beside the large pond, Huo Meng explained the situation to the Witch.
The Witch frowned and said, "Why did you bring them over directly?"
Huo Meng retorted, "Does the Witch have any other good way to ensure the Frog Tribe can survive safely here?"
"This..."
The Witch was stumped by Huo Meng's remark, angry and anxious, but didn't know how to refute.
Huo Meng smiled bitterly and said, "Witch, give up illusions. The sooner we migrate, the sooner we gain the Vine Tribe's protection. Staying here, with just these few people, we cannot survive."
The Witch closed his eyes and, after a long time, let out a deep sigh, exhausted, and said, "You are right."
