The next morning, Ji Nuan and a few beasts sat around the fire eating breakfast. The discovery of salt that could replace salt fruits had lifted the boulder off everyone's chest in an instant.
The camp was bustling in the early morning.
"Brother Xiu Yan, did those beasts from the Aquatic Tribe discover any of the poisoners from the Nacha Tribe?" Ji Nuan took a bite of her bun and curiously looked at Xiu Yan.
With his cool and indifferent gaze, a trace of disdain flashed through the orc's eyes: "Those idiots are still caught up in the joy of having cured the poisoned beasts."
Ji Nuan frowned: "The Aquatic Tribe really has been living too comfortably for too long. Only the Whale Tribe is somewhat decent, but I heard that only a few of their people came.
It's going to take some time to find those who poisoned the water."
Xiu Yan nodded: "There's too big of a gap between the strong warriors and the smaller members of the Aquatic Clan."
